For the audience in the live broadcast room, Wen Wanwan had already turned out her small comb for combing animals from her backpack.

Let the lynx lie in his arms, and the comb will come into contact with the hair.

After going through the Siberian Tiger incident, the audience in the live broadcast room is now no longer surprised by Wen Wanwan's contact with the beast.

No matter how big the lynx is, can it compare to a Siberian tiger of several hundred catties?

A man who can press a Siberian tiger to the ground and blast a hammer, and you tell her that the lynx is in danger?

It should be the lynx that should be worried!

The big guy enjoyed the combing experience card from Wen Wanwan very much, and after combing it, he changed his posture and asked Wen Wanwan to start on the other side.

Even in the constant combing, the throat of the big dick makes a snoring sound, and it is simply enjoyed to the extreme!

Watching the lynx show its belly in Wen Wanwan's arms, the barrage in the live broadcast room was also unusually turbulent.

Can stretch and contract: [Knock, is this really a lynx, my cat can't be so well-behaved!] 】

Jingle Bell: [Crying, why are there big cats so obedient, where are all your backbones? 】

Cat Sixin: [I really want to hold the lynx, how happy does this have to be? 】

The happy live broadcast room with the lynx can't be enjoyed, but at least they can see a big lynx coquettish by Wen Wanwan's side.

played with this big guy until it was dark, and Wen Wanwan cleaned up the combed hair.

"Let's go, I'll come to see you later if I have time!"

Rubbing the lynx's big paws, Wen Wanwan also hurried back to the camp.

By the time it was completely dark, Wen Wanwan had already walked outside the camp, and two rows of neat tents had been set up around the campfire.

The black pot on the stove was boiling mushrooms, and a group of people were washing themselves by the stream.

"Coming back?"

Professor Wang walked towards Wen Wanwan with a kettle, found a random stone and sat on it.

"Are you going around the neighborhood?"

"Well, just set up a tent and cook for a few people, I took a group of people around, and I found a little bit."

As he spoke, Professor Wang took out a bag from his arms and showed the contents to Wen Wanwan.

Looking at the feathers in the bag, Wen Wanwan's eyes suddenly lit up.

"The tail feathers of a green peacock?"

"Yes, it should have been more than two months ago, but it is enough to prove that we are going in the right direction."

Professor Wang's eyes were full of hope, and he seemed to be twenty years younger.

"I'll study this feather and give it to you tomorrow morning, right?"

"If you want, keep it, we found several today, and it's enough to keep it for collection."

That's right, this thing has no economic value, it's just a piece of evidence in the process of finding the green peacock, and Professor Wang really doesn't know what else this thing can be used for.

Wen Wanwan didn't explain, after all, there are rules in the Metaphysics Sect that you can't use spells in front of Muggles.

There was still a little time to eat, and Wen Wanwan walked to the stream with the tail feathers of the green peacock.

After glancing towards the dark forest, he turned the camera on himself.

"That's all for today's live broadcast, everyone goes to bed early tonight, and tomorrow we still get up early and hurry."

thanked me again for the gifts before the broadcast, and the live broadcast room suddenly fell into darkness.

Plugging the live broadcast equipment into the power bank and racing it into the backpack, Wen Wanwan took a deep breath, put the tail feathers of the green peacock in her left hand, and pinched a trick in her right hand, and a large amount of spiritual power instantly gushed out.

As the spell was successfully cast, a picture suddenly flashed through his brain.

A flock of green peafowl stopped and stopped along the way, and after a short rest by the stream, they continued to walk deeper into the forest.

Wen Wanwan focused on the direction they were heading, and then opened her eyes with a sigh of relief.

Sitting by the stream, he took out the map and compared the pictures in his brain, and Wen Wanwan quickly revised the two locations.

The spell consumes a lot of spiritual power, and if it weren't for the direction to find the green peacock, Wen Wanwan wouldn't have been able to use it casually.

The water that replenishes spiritual power is not easy to make, and the medicinal materials needed for that thing are too precious, even if Wen Wanwan collects it herself and buys it from the medicine picker, it will be a maximum of ten bottles a year.

After rubbing his somewhat swollen brain and putting away the map, Wen Wanwan also washed her face briefly, and then waited for today's dinner with the team.

Lunch will be relatively basic, but dinner will be hearty.

After all, as long as there is enough time, Huaxia chefs can always play all kinds of tricks with limited ingredients.

Especially for the cooks in charge of the kitchen in the army, the craftsmanship of the perennial big pot rice can be called the pinnacle.

As the sound of insects chirping in the night gradually sounded, today's dinner finally began.

The mushrooms that had been picked for most of the afternoon were fragrant under the craftsmanship of the cook.

In particular, the thick soup made with concentrated chicken broth and mushrooms is delicious!

Wild mushrooms in Yunnan are divided into two classes, 11 orders, 35 families, 96 genera, and about 250 species, accounting for more than half of the world's edible fungi and two-thirds of China's edible fungi.

Almost half of the mushrooms in the pot can't be named, but he is really delicious.

The cook filled half a bottle of soup in a small bottle, and then ate it with everyone.

This thing is also a feature of this area, and when you go to a restaurant to eat mushrooms, many times you will take some and pack them up.

In technical terms, this is called sampling.

If there is a problem with this pot of mushrooms, after being sent to the hospital, with this part of the sample, you can quickly analyze what poison is in it, and it can be solved quickly if you prescribe the right medicine.

Local hospitals, in particular, are accustomed to dealing with this kind of thing.

Compared with the only kinds of fungi in the Northeast, there are too many mysteries in Yunnan.

Most people eat this stuff based on their impressions, and some people even agree that eating mushrooms is not poisonous but that I am not cooked.

There was a college student who went home during the holidays to pick mushrooms and make a pot of thick soup.

After drinking, I watched other people's speech with subtitles, and took a taxi directly to the hospital.

After hanging up the drip and coming back, I looked at the mushrooms I had worked so hard to pick back and reheated them again.

As a result, it was no surprise that the young college student was poisoned twice in one day because of the same poisoning!

But even that hasn't dampened the locals' love for mushrooms.

Wen Wanwan was drinking soup when a voice suddenly came from her ears.

"Which melon baby ate Lao Tzu's porcini mushrooms?"

His eyes turned to the man who spoke, and the two people sitting next to him both turned their heads.

(End of chapter)