Prehistoric Chef [ Danmei MTL]

21~ Xiao Ming Is Full Of Yes, Salt!

Before dawn, the three had packed up and set off.

Nibbing fruit in his mouth, Landa carried a rattan frame on his back.

Inside was the salt pot that Gao Ming played last night. It looked like the simplest barrel, the size of a fist at the mouth of the pot, and had a lid. The largest stone bowl was also brought here, and the iron pot and stone bowl can come together quickly.

Today they have to cook enough salt for the winter.

The weather is getting colder and colder.

In the days to come, Gao Ming wants to speed up the time to build iron gates and get food.

According to Bu Jia’s algorithm, it is estimated that the first snow will fall in eleven or two days, so they can calculate their time.

He is very nervous, it's impossible to cook salt in the future.

Gao Ming followed at the end. He was wrapped in a bleating skin. The tiger skin was big and thick.

He was reluctant to be on one side. The most important thing was that the skin was too big to wrap up like a woman's one-step skirt. 

His underwear was scrapped, rubbed in the water, dried and wrapped in the coat.

When they reached the beach, the sun slowly rose from the sea. After the night, the sea was very cold. With the sunrise, Gao Ming took out the iron pot from the smelting technique. He now has a fast time for smelting and building, like an iron pot chopper.

This doesn't need to be too delicate, such as decorative ironware with carved patterns. Basically, small pieces are about ten minutes, and large pieces are half an hour.

It used to take an hour to go up.

Life in this world is very simple but dangerous. It’s good to eat and wear warmth without danger. Art patterns are optional and everything is practical.

Gao Ming was holding an iron pot and a stone bowl on the beach, and Bu Jia was picking up firewood in the woods at the foot of the mountain.

There were a lot of dead branches in autumn.

After a while, the two of them came over with the firewood. Gao Ming saw Bu Jia holding a kitchen knife in his right hand. Carrying a fox in his left hand.

The fur of the fox is burgundy, very beautiful, one long strip, one meter long from head to tail, two eyes hanging up, when looking at Gao Ming, it looks pitiful, there is nothing in the textbook.

That's cunning.

"It's beautiful." Gao Ming touched his fur. He had never seen a real fox, and he didn't know what this thing was called here. 

The little guy was smoothed by Gao Ming and whimpered twice, but Gao Ming had no intention of letting go.

He was full of "I don't know if this meat is good or not" and "The leather may be a vest or something" .

"Brother Xiao Ming, don't look beautiful. Triangular eyes are smart. Brother, slaughter and eat meat? Otherwise, it will run." Landa suggested.

Gao Ming took over and asked, "Is there a rattan? Tie it first and kill it before leaving. This leather is really good-looking."

Since the tiger skins are sold, Gao Ming has often tanned the leathers well, Landa now is crazy about tanning leather. 

Nodded immediately, took a cane from the frame, tied the fox's head numbly, and tied it to the big rock.

"Bu Jia, thank you." Gao Ming thanked in a small voice. He always feels that Bu Jia's fox is for him, but he hope he doesn't think much about it.

Bu Jia nodded, tacitly. Gao Ming was full of enthusiasm when he saw it.