Prehistoric Chef [ Danmei MTL]

17~ Xiao Ming, Heaven, Here Comes!

Rows of potatoes were dried on the platform at the entrance of the cave.

Landa used a wooden stick to roll at regular intervals.

After sitting again at the entrance of the cave and weaving vines, Landa was very clever.

After a while, he showed the approximate appearance in front of him.

Lazy waist, holding a wooden stick and tumbling potatoes.

"Oh! The results are pretty good!" Gao Ming came back with a baa, and threw it aside, glanced at Landa's fast hand, and stretched his thumb. 

"Unexpectedly, Little Landa is really smart."

Thirteen days ago, Landa took the two to the place where the potatoes were found, not far from their cave, and walked for about an hour, but it was indeed rich in resources, bamboo shoots and potatoes, brilliant. Many mushrooms and wild vegetables were also found. Potatoes are potatoes at the end of summer, and they can be harvested for a longer period of time.

Anyway, the whole mountain has been contracted by the three of them. 

The wild vegetables and mushrooms are about to be picked, otherwise they will grow old, and he heard from Bu Jia that there will be a rain in a few days, and autumn will arrive after the rain. 

Gao Ming couldn't believe how fast autumn came.

The three of them went into the mountains in the morning to pick wild vegetables, mushrooms, and bamboo shoots.

After lunch, they arranged the things they picked in the morning and dried them on the stone slab at the entrance of the cave. Hunting in the mountains in the afternoon is usually the main force of Bu Jia.

Gao Ming and Landa are responsible for the side attack, and the results are good.

At least they hit three bleats and two wild boars in the late summer. Bu Jia is good at hunting and hard work, but he is not as good as Landa in leather tanning. 

For the prey caught, Gao Ming is responsible for making bacon at night, and Bu Jia is responsible for tanning the leather.

On the night at the end of summer, there was a roaring thunder outside the cave, the sound of thunderbolt rain in the forest accompanied by a few wolves howling, Gao Ming didn't sleep much all night, and he was building iron tools. 

The next day, he pushed open the stone at the entrance of the cave and looked at it. He don’t know if it was an illusion. Anyway, the leaves in the entire mountain seemed to be yellow overnight, and the leaves in the next few days seemed to be yellowing agents.

The fruit fell heavily under the tree, and the leaves slowly turned yellow...

Gao Ming could see that Bu Jia was hunting harder. After the rain, the potatoes in the field must be dug out quickly, otherwise it will be bad if the soaking is rotten, and the black fruits on the tree must be picked clean. Gao Ming has not forgotten that this thing can be used as lotus root flour, and it is still okay to satisfy your hunger.

Sweet fruits can be sliced ​​and dried to make fruit slices. Anyway, they are very busy.

When dried wild vegetables, mushrooms and fruit slices gradually filled the stone platform where they were sleeping, Gao Ming found a problem.

 "Is there nothing to put them?" Gao Ming pointed to the stone platform, which occupied half of it. He has been asleep in Bu Jia's arms recently, although he enjoys it. 

Pointing to the potatoes piled up in the corner of the cave, Gao Ming had a headache, "The cave is too humid. Although the potatoes are easy to store, they should be stored in a ventilated and dry environment, and the potatoes on the ground are best dried while the sun is still... "