The strong smell of blood wafted through the gates of the outpost, a burning bonfire crackled, and the surrounding walls looked a little red in the light of the fire.

Just beside the bonfire, Ye Wen raised his head with some difficulty, his bright eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked out of the open gate with some distress, where there were a few demon beasts watching here hidden in the darkness.

With a light sigh, he decided to ignore the existence of these troubles for the time being, because there were more troublesome but important things in front of him that had to be dealt with immediately, and lowered his head again, and continued to help the black horned pig in front of him peel and peel the meat.

This freshly hunted black horned pig died on the way back, and Ye Wenwen wanted to slaughter it later, but considering that this was a demon beast weighing more than 100 catties, and his vitality was extremely tenacious, it was more difficult to drag it back directly with his physical strength, so he cut it off directly halfway.

What seemed like a wise move at that moment ended up causing some trouble, he underestimated the attraction of this black horned pig to jungle hunters, those unknown demon beasts hidden in the darkness, seemed to be ready to move, coveting the prey that Ye Wen was now dealing with.

At the same time, the smell of blood exuded by the corpse of the black horned pig gradually became rich with the passage of time, which may be the main reason why those demon beasts were attracted to it.

However, for now, these demon beasts who were watching the outpost from a distance had to stop there under the shock of the Dao power fluctuations that Ye Wen deliberately emanated, and there was no sign of launching an attack for the time being. The intelligence of the monsters may not be too high, but when it comes to survival or food, they are even far superior to humans in the judgment of crisis.

In many cases, it is not uncommon for human monks to act recklessly because of emotional problems, and it is not uncommon for them to end up killing themselves. Relatively speaking, demon beasts are often extremely cautious under the pressure of survival, although they have a crazy and violent side, but they are more cunning and treacherous.

The swishing sound continued to sound, and pieces of black meat were sliced out and dropped on the plate next to it.

Ye Wen's knife skills are really not exquisite, the tool responsible for cutting meat is the knife found in the hall of the outpost, and the plate in front of him is also from the same place, he is good at the destruction of the human body, although the control level of Dao power is excellent, but he has little experience in handling food.

Originally, according to past experience, Ye Wen should have directly put this demon beast on the fire and barbecued, and roughly got out a meat that was not a dish without any technical content.

But on a whim, he suddenly remembered that there were several delicacies recorded in a certain book, and it happened that the tools at the post were quite complete, so he thought that he might as well try it, maybe he could make something more delicious from memory.

The faint moonlight fell, and the fog seemed to dissipate a lot this night, and you didn't need to use the Transparency Charm to see most of the surrounding environment.

This black horned pig was quickly and completely dismembered, leaving a miserable white skeleton there, and the internal organs were directly thrown aside, Ye Wen was not very interested in these, and the parts that could provide blood qi were all in the flesh and blood, so he didn't waste time to deal with them.

There was a bucket of water next to him, and the bucket had been turned out of a room behind the hallway, and the water had been brought back from a special trip back to the pool under the waterfall.

Ye Wen breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the hot sweat from his forehead, only to feel that this kung fu seemed to be more draining than fighting. He carefully washed the pork with the sweet, clear water.

A moment later, he put the pieces of pork into the fan-sized leaves, which were randomly plucked from the nearby woods, and he couldn't pay much attention to whether he was a proper chef after all.

With a movement of his hands, he wrapped the leaves and the pork and covered them with a thick layer of mud to make them look like big stones.

"What is this called? It seems to be called a leaf bun or something, right? Ha, whatever he is, just eat it!"

Ye Wen looked at the masterpiece he had made in front of him, and couldn't help but touch his head, although he felt that it was far different from the description in the book, probably a few steps in the middle were wrong or a few were missing, frowning and thinking for a few seconds, it was regarded as a successful example and no longer entangled.

“...... Then it's the pork soup. ”

Ye Wen threw the leaf bags under the bonfire, let the raging fire envelop them, then lifted a large clay pot that had been prepared early in the morning, slowly placed it on top of the bonfire, and then poured a third of the water in the bucket.

After a while, the water in the large casserole began to boil, the slightest white smoke floated up, constantly bubbling with water, and a certain special fragrance of Taitan water became strong after heating, and the rich smell wafted away, gradually overshadowing the smell of blood here.

The remaining pile of cut pork was poured in, and immediately the fresh fragrance had a new change, adding a bit of meaty flavor, which made people smell their appetite and make it even more irresistible for people on an empty stomach.

The boiling water, the floating and rolling pork, the raging fire, and the leaf packets wrapped in flames, all of these were reflected in Ye Wen's eyes, he stared at the cauldron with great concentration, his throat was constantly swallowing, and his empty stomach made a gurgling sound.

I don't know how long it took, the fragrance finally became so strong that it spread all around, and even passed through the gate, and drifted directly into the jungle in the distance, in the mysterious darkness, faintly, it seemed that the roar of a beast was heard there.

"Hah! It's finally done!"

Ye Wen squatted on the edge of the big casserole, his face was red by the firelight, and he couldn't wait to pick up a small bowl and a pair of chopsticks in his hand, so he didn't hesitate to put it into the water and threw out a large piece of pork.

"Well, it's delicious!

Ignoring the heat of the hot mouth, Ye Wen directly stuffed this piece of pork into his mouth, swallowed it neatly with a grunt, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he only felt that the taste of meat was wafting in his mouth, and an extremely abundant sense of satisfaction emerged from the bottom of his heart.

Ye Wen took another bowl of broth, raised his head happily and drank it, he squinted his eyes in satisfaction, this bowl of hot soup was like a warm spring, from the throat to the heart and spleen, making the whole person warm, and immediately dispelled the coldness accumulated in his heart.

Crackling!

The bonfire twitched weakly, and the mud beneath it became a crust.

Ye Wen's heart moved, his hands were frosted, and he quickly took out these leaf bags from the bonfire, took out more than a dozen in a row, and then selected the smallest one, and pinched it slightly with both hands, and the mud hard shell of the leaf bag suddenly cracked a crack, and then snapped a few times, like a broken chicken shell, and the leaf wrap inside was revealed.

Ye Wen's nose approached, only to feel that a better aroma of meat came from inside, and immediately nodded with satisfaction, although the broth is good, but the taste is still too light, not as good as these meats that have been roasted by fire.

The bonfire crackled and burned.

Ye Wen drank the clear soup while tasting two flavors of pork at the same time, and a warm feeling that had not been seen for a long time burst out from his heart.