The harvest of a mountain mouse finally didn't let Chen Yabai run away, and as for whether the falling object trap should be rearranged, he didn't plan to use it again.

So, Chen Ya started to dismantle all the five traps, and the tourists in the live broadcast room saw this, but they asked questions.

"Waiting for the sunset: Why did the anchor tear down the trap?"

"Don't eat bamboo shoots: yes, keep the traps, and you might be able to catch a mountain mouse every day." ”

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Seeing the barrage, Chen Ya explained with a smile:

"Traps do bring harvest, but it won't be long before we don't have to worry about food. ”

After saying this, the damn red mastiff appeared in Chen Ya's mind, since he decided to kill that guy, then the taste of dog meat, he had to taste it in everything.

After the trap was removed, Chen Ya began to return, and now there were field chickens, shiitake mushrooms, and mountain rats, which were basically enough food for the day, and he could spend more time making weapons.

After re-embarking on the way back, Chen Ya was in a good mood, and then searched carefully on the way, collected some mountain onions, and also found an unexpected joy.

However, I saw that there was a green plant more than half a meter tall growing on the ground, this plant had no branches, and both sides were ovoid leaves.

Chen Ya's eyes lit up, and he immediately began to dig down along the roots of the plant, and said at the same time:

"Polygonatum curly, a perennial herb, may feel a little unfamiliar to everyone, but I believe that another name should be very familiar. ”

Without digging a few times, Chen Ya touched a stem, and then immediately took it out, and then said with a smile:

"That's it, Tiger Ginger!"

The tourists in the live broadcast room looked at the things in Chen Ya's hands one after another, and saw that it was a piece of red yellow ginger, which looked small, but the color was as red and yellow as the hair on the tiger's body.

"Lost in the twilight: 6666, it turns out that the plant that grows tiger ginger is the curly-leaved yellow essence, and it has gained knowledge!"

"Rongcheng Ren Shao: +1 for Knowledge"

"Ah Feichao: It's okay now! Brother Ya has tiger ginger, and he can stew field chicken when he goes back. ”

"When you leave: there are mushrooms and mountain rats, don't forget!"

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Chen Ya smiled, and then dug out four or five pieces of tiger ginger one after another, then stood up contentedly, and then continued to return to the camp.

Half an hour later, Chen Ya returned to the big tree and immediately began to get busy, first going to a distance, cleaning up the field chickens and mountain mice, and the steps were to peel the skin and remove the inedible heads and internal organs.

Then take the mushrooms, mountain onions, tiger ginger, and moon cake boxes to the mountain spring ditch, clean them, and then use a blue crystal blade to chop the mountain onions, and cut the tiger ginger into slices, as for the mushrooms, just wash them.

After filling the mooncake box with fresh water, Chen Ya came to the fire with the ingredients, put the box on the stove to boil the water, and when the water boiled, the ingredients could be put into the pot.

However, it was better to roast the mountain rat with fire, so Chen Ya made a stick, and after skewering the mountain rat, he inserted it in front of the fire.

Then, Chen Ya found a thick wooden stick, put one of the ends into the fire and burned it into charcoal, and then rubbed it repeatedly on the ground until it became sharp, and then waved it casually.

Whew!~

This simple spear can only be used as a temporary weapon, which Chen Ya had to take some precautions after considering the Tibetan mastiff incident that happened last night.

Of course, it was daytime, and even if the Tibetan mastiff appeared, he would be able to detect it in advance, instead of waiting until the other party approached.

Then, Chen Ya took advantage of the boiling water to pick up a bunch of stones again and continue to process the kyanite.

It didn't take long for the fresh water in the moon cake box to gradually begin to boil, Chen Ya threw away the broken stones in his hand, clapped his hands, and then threw the chopped mountain onion into it, followed by pieces of tiger ginger.

This is a seasoning dish at the bottom of the pot, the shallots can neutralize the fishy smell of the chicken, and the tiger ginger can completely suppress the fishy smell and make the soup more delicious.

Tiger ginger is sweet and slightly pungent, which has the effects of strengthening the spleen and invigorating qi, expelling phlegm and stopping bleeding, reducing swelling and detoxifying.

Turning over the smoked mountain rats on the side, Chen Ya continued to tap the kyanite, and waited for about ten minutes, and the boiling soup in the moon cake box had a faint yellow.

The slightest aroma also began to drift away, and Chen Ya stopped his work and poured the mushrooms and processed field chickens into the moon cake box.

Squeak!~Squeak!~

The addition of the two ingredients immediately made a squeaky sound from the boiling soup, Chen Ya couldn't help but smile when he saw this:

"Simmer for another half an hour or so, and you're ready to eat. ”

The tourists in the live broadcast room, hearing this, looked forward to it, and at this moment, the time has reached ten o'clock in the morning, and this breakfast is destined to become breakfast and lunch together.

Chen Ya picked up the cooked mountain rat skewers, reflexively climbed to the tree, and inserted it on a branch, ready to keep it for dinner.

After being smoked by the flames, the mountain rats had been dehydrated, but they could be stored for a certain amount of time, and after Chen Ya came down from the tree, he had no mind to process kyanite.

It's just that the stewed field chicken with shiitake mushrooms in front of me is so fragrant! Although it has not been long after it has just been put into the pot, the boiling soup in the mooncake box is already constantly tumbling the two ingredients.

Goo-goo!~Goo-goo!~

The mushrooms and the field chickens were fighting in the soup, and the aroma was even stronger, which made Chen Ya a little nervous, and he couldn't help but immediately pick up the spear and stare around very vigilantly.

If the red mastiff last night dared to snatch it again, he would have to fight with it!

Fortunately, until the food in the pot was stewed, the Tibetan mastiff did not appear, and Chen Ya couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

At this moment, the fragrance in the moon cake box was overflowing, and the shiitake mushrooms and field chickens inside were attractive in color, only to see Chen Ya's index finger move, and immediately used a blue crystal blade to sell two chopsticks, and reached into the pot to clip a piece of field chicken out.

In the live broadcast room, now the popularity has returned to more than 30,000 people, and almost all tourists are staring at Chen Ya, and after picking up a piece of white and tender pheasant, they all subconsciously swallow their saliva.

When Chen Ya stuffed the pheasant into his mouth, chewed a few bites, and then spit out the bones, he immediately smiled:

"The taste is very tender, just a little lighter. ”

After all, without salt, being able to feel fresh and tender is already the credit of mountain onions and tiger ginger, otherwise the fishy smell will definitely be very strong.

Immediately afterwards, Chen Ya tasted another shiitake mushroom, and when he took a bite, he first felt very smooth and tender, and then it was a fresh shiitake mushroom, which was very fat and chewy.

After swallowing the mushrooms, Chen Ya nodded and smiled:

"Shiitake mushrooms are also good, original taste. ”

The tourists in the live broadcast room also cheered at this moment, and various barrages quickly appeared.

"Inky octopus: Watching the anchor eat, I'm so hungry!"

"The long night is coming: I really envy Brother Ya, stewed chicken with mushrooms is definitely a delicacy in the world!"

"Qizai Shell: Don't say it! I almost got my saliva left, can I still have a good time?"

"Elm apple: Haha, the anchor eats it quickly, be careful of that damn Tibetan mastiff!"

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Seeing the barrage on his phone, Chen Ya smiled, and then immediately began to feast, quickly destroying the delicious food in the pot, and almost bitten his tongue.

More than ten minutes later, a whole pot of stewed field chicken with shiitake mushrooms all entered Chen Ya's stomach, and he even drank the soup completely.

At this moment, Chen Ya was full of burps, his stomach was round, and he only felt warm all over his body, but he was still full and comfortable.

But filling his stomach does not mean that Chen Ya has nothing to do, he must finish processing the kyanite today, so that he can go to the red mastiff's bad luck tomorrow.

If you are killed, you must be killed!

A cold light flashed in Chen Ya's eyes, and he grabbed the stone again, and kept smashing it into the bright, hard kyanite on the ground.

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