There is a Wall Behind the Shadow

Yu Nianbing, who was kind enough to come to help, was hurriedly stopped outside the fence by Song Shiyue. For a while, she couldn't even return to the serious camp, which really made her a little bit dumbfounded.

but……

Compared to the people who could only lie in the tent the other day and didn't respond to anything except breathing, the sweaty nose in the nose was so anxious that Song Shiyue, who was so anxious, was much more alive at this moment.

Don't say you don't let yourself be involved in cooking, it doesn't matter if you don't eat tonight.

Song Shiyue is cooking, just do it, whatever he wants, Yu Nianbing retracted the foot that was stepping into the fence without any unpleasantness, and then looked at Song Shiyue in it amusedly. Take a breath.

However, in Yu Nianbing's opinion, Song Shiyue was taken care of by everyone because of the continuous coma. She woke up and wanted to do something for everyone. She didn't know that there was a copy of Song Shiyue's gentleness to her hidden here.I have to say that this is a bit regrettable.

But it’s okay, some are as gentle as long-term love, and if this one leaks, there is always another handful to come.

I did not miss the destined fate, and when I looked back, all the insights were different.

There are no seasonings, even the marinated rabbits can only be handled roughly with salt. Fortunately, Song Shiyue used to be rough in the last days, and I don't think there is anything wrong with such a rough cooking.

Besides, ordinary rabbit meat is much stronger than the hard, rough, and strangely smelling exotic animal meat of the last days.

The two rabbits chopped up small pieces, blanched the water, rinsed them again and put them in a pot and stewed them.

With the hot water before, I blanched the five rabbit heads and a pot of internal organs that were cleaned and cut into small pieces, and put them in the pot temporarily for later use.

The other basin used to receive rabbit blood was sprinkled with a little salt before receiving the blood. Now the rabbit blood has cooled down, and there is already a shallow layer of blood clot in the basin.

Change to a new pot of hot water, cut the blood clots into larger pieces and cook them for a while, and then take them out, which is the firm and elastic rabbit blood tofu.

Then we will start roasting rabbits.

Before Song Shiyue started making rabbits, she took firewood and divided a fire into three.

Seeing that Ning Chuyang, who was in charge of picking up firewood these days, was trembling, he had already entered the nearby forest to replenish goods.Naturally, there was also Yu Nianbing, who was "ejected" out of the camp by Song Shiyue.

Fortunately, although the campsite is surrounded by a small fence, there is still some open space between the three tents, and the three fires are squeezed together, which is still a safe distance from the surrounding combustibles.

The rabbit broth simmered on a fire has been gurgling for a while, and now the blanching pot on the second fire has been carried down, and the three of them were cut thin and wiped twice with salt water. It's time for the rabbit to debut.

The three rabbits were not put on directly. Instead, they were sandwiched by two slender wooden slats. They were repeatedly turned over the fire. After being roasted and roasted to a slightly yellowish color, they were put into the third small fire in turn. Go up to the slightly flat-bottomed iron pan, and after the small fire forced some oil from the rabbit, the sharpened clean wooden sticks passed through, and the fire was officially opened.

I can only say that I am grateful for the tree house this time. It is estimated that the iron pot used for the big stove of the first campsite was not easy to be put into the tree house. There are three or four pots of different shapes.One of the pottery had been smashed to pieces on the day of the starburst, but there were still three metal ones that could be used.

Although Yu Nianbing still has a thumb-sized bottle of oil in his backpack, can I save it?

There is not much grease on the hare, but don’t waste it. It’s also pretty good to force it out.

Three roasted rabbits that had been forced into fat were inserted into the ground, and the distance from the fire was the distance of Song Shiyue's experience.

A flat-bottomed iron pan with a shallow layer of hot oil. After blanching the water, the fresh rabbit miscellaneous and rabbit heads are smashed into the pan, and the strong aroma of fried meat suddenly covers the previous stew pan. The rabbit soup has been stewed for a while.

Stir-fried, the aroma is always instantaneous, but when the soup is finished, the long aroma is compared with the strong-stir-fried. It is not always the one who wins.

But at this time, the oil in the camp is the most delicious.

After frying, the rabbit miscellaneous is slightly shrunk, add a few bowls of water, and simmer for a while. When the rabbit miscellaneous and rabbit head are almost the same, put the rabbit blood tofu in, add salt and pepper, it is a simple It's another delicious rabbit miscellaneous pot.

Time always spares no effort to give the ingredients a rich and beautiful taste, hard work and dedication will always get more unexpected returns than other aspects in cooking.

The two pots of tumbling rabbit meat and rabbit miscellaneous, the aroma intertwined and gradually became thicker, and the three rabbits by the fire were crackling with oil stars, and they had roasted the most beautiful golden yellow...

So, it's time for Starnet audiences to pray for technology to develop to live broadcast taste buds sharing.

"Barbecue, see barbecue again, how come I am so greedy every time I watch Sister Song's barbecue!"

"I think Sister Song should live alone in Wilderness Star, get up every day and go hunting, get dozens of rabbits or a wild boar to roast and cook, then eat and sleep, and then another day!"

"It's a beautiful day, but wait, I raise an objection on behalf of the little moon cake, how can it be a person! The little ice cube must have a name!"

"Really drooling, I envy Song Shiyue's teammates everyday!"

"Hahaha, yes, envy! I have to drool from the beginning of the meat, obviously the meat is still raw at that time!"

"Cutting meat and bones is as elegant and smooth as writing poems and paintings. Who is greedy? If that butcher shop recruits Song Shiyue, it won't sell a thousand pigs a day!"

"??? Hahaha, what did my Sister Song do wrong, I have to chop up a thousand pigs in one day!"

"If you haven't eaten rabbits, I just want to ask everyone, is there any delicious rabbit shop recommended? There are rabbit soup, rabbit miscellaneous pot and roast rabbit full set!"

"Di, the small advertisement ocean you called will come to the scene in ten seconds!"

"Hahaha, I am afraid that one-tenth of those watching this live broadcast today want to eat rabbits."

"No, no, I think when they start to eat, they can reach at least one-fifth!"

"Why are you so conservative and have the ability to vote? Friends who don't want to eat rabbits, please Q1!"

"2!"

"22222!"

"Hahaha, 2 to the Nth power!"

...

The scent of food, the smell of meat, and the drifting seemed to stop temporarily, leaving only the beauty of peace at this moment.

Feng Qianqian leaned against the tent, looked at the man who was in charge of Santan by the fire, and let out a long sigh.

Sigh, but it was the depression and muddy qi from those days before.

And what is inhaled is the fragrance and vitality brought by that person...

that's nice.

The fifty-two rabbits that Song Shiyue brought back washed away the atmosphere of the entire camp and made Feng Qianqian feel that he had died without a hunger strike a few days ago. It was actually quite good.

Can live, who doesn't want to live?

But in his heart, Feng Qianqian was still sorry, he was always a drag, and it was impossible to achieve the miracle like Song Shiyue.

However, it is good to fail the hunger strike, and the good things are always yet to come.

Although Feng Qianqian was leaning at the entrance of the tent, he was still a little far away from the fire. There were pots and barbecues over there, and it was a bit noisy.

Obviously, he only sighed softly, but Song Shiyue seemed to have heard it. He raised his eyes and looked straight, making Feng Qianqian stunned for a while.

Isn't it just at a loss?

Feng Qianqian realized that his presence in the camp was still... quite embarrassing.I always felt that the three people stayed here for Song Shiyue. Whether it was friendship or repaying kindness, it had nothing to do with her.She was taken care of, just as a humanitarian incident...Although Ning Chuyang has been working hard to make Feng Qianqian feel at ease, but...this is not something to be afraid of being abandoned, it really means that I don't know how to repay their kindness.

Now Song Shiyue is fine, and I don’t know what they are underneath... I don’t know Song Shiyue’s attitude... Feng Qianqian feels that they don’t seem to give up on themselves, so I don’t know how to repay him... Thing... I want to do something...

In short, Feng Qianqian's heart is very confused, and there are many speculations.

Humans, once there are fewer things to do, there will be more things to think about.

Feng Qianqian is especially a little concerned about Song Shiyue now, and when he sees it this way, he feels a little panicked by being named.

"Yes, rabbit skin..." Song Shiyue patted his forehead, turned around and flipped through the pots of things he had taken out of the bathroom before, "Oh, here it is, Xiao Muhua, I will cut it now. Ha, it will be fine in a while."

"No..." Feng Qianqian wanted to say that she didn't mean to urge Song Shiyue. Song Shiyue was so busy that she could do it later.It's just that Song Shiyue's hands and feet were too fast. Just as he said, the small wood chips under his hands were scraped, and the small wood flowers on a large leaf that was pulled over quickly began to pile up.

Feng Qianqian is a little away from here, but it’s hard to tell, but the viewers on the star network got a close-up. The little wooden flowers are all like this, thin and small, obviously hand-shaved with stone knives. But it is more neat and beautiful than the one made with a plane, and it looks really cute and comfortable.Thinking that these little wooden flowers will be used to rub rabbit skins in a while, many viewers can't help but feel a little regret.

It’s just that Song Shiyue’s wooden flower was slashed, and when she looked up at the roasting rabbit, she inadvertently glanced at Feng Qianqian who was not far away, and saw the girl staring at her side in a daze. The hand that hadn't stopped cutting Muhua'er even after observing the roasting rabbit fire, he paused.

Such eyes...

Song Shiyue lowered her eyes.

Song Shiyue saw a lot of such eyes in the last days.

Behind the strong "I'm okay", there is so much helplessness and hesitation, as long as you pay attention, you will not miss it.

The environment of the last days is really too bad, zombies, mutated animals and plants, and life-killing things everywhere... Song Shiyue is a purely power-type person who can't catch up with those five-element abilities in the later stage, and can keep himself alive. It's already difficult.When encountering such a look, what he can do is quite limited.

But now, it is different after all.

This is where it can be, it really is... great.

"By the way, I saw the wheelchair model you made before. It's amazing. But we have a lot of things now. There are only two rabbit cages. I want to bring some tents. Let's make a cart and use it. You can hold something like this. When we finish eating this meal, we will do it." Song Shiyue raised her eyes with a relaxed tone, but looked at Feng Qianqian very seriously and said.

Making a cart was one of the things Song Shiyue planned to do before.It's just that it takes more effort to do it than to hit a rabbit, so it's more convenient to have to make up for it.Don't you sharpen your knife and chop wood by mistake...

At this moment, I just spoke in advance, but when Song Shiyue looked at Feng Qianqian's eyes that suddenly brightened, his mood was better.

everything will be fine.

Song Shiyue didn't say this sentence clearly.

But for some things, everything is silent.

Feng Qianqian felt it, and was holding the new firewood to the fence. Yu Nianbing and Ning Chuyang, who had just listened to Song Shiyue's words, also felt.

Paying attention to Feng Qianqian’s emotional development every day to prevent Ning Chuyang, who cannot think of this person, is more happy for Feng Qianqian’s happiness at this time.

Yu Nianbing's mood is a bit complicated.

Song Shiyue, this guy, I don't know how to deal with it. Isn't this someone who can coax people based on their situation?But she can be said to be sensible, the eyes that reminded her to converge and remind her of this and that in the past, why she didn't expect it at all?

Humph, hate it!