Prehistoric Chef [ Danmei MTL]

35~ The Gold Finger Has Been Upgraded In Days Like Xiao Ming!

The snow was getting bigger and bigger, Landa ran over with the vine frame on his back, facing the wind and snow, there were snowflakes on the eyelashes and faces in front of them. Remove the vine frame from the back, a layer of snow floated on the venom, and a handful of iron dustpan, took out the venom, and said.

"The rattan frame is used to hold meat!"

"Smart!" Gao Ming boasted.

The three people work together.

Bu Jia peels the skin, Landa sprinkles the blood-covering grass, and Gao Ming is responsible for cutting the meat and deboning, putting the meat into the rattan frame, and the bones can make soup during this time. As for the claws and internal organs of the head, Gao Ming shoveled them under the roots of the tree.

After the treatment was completed, the sky was already groggy, not to mention the increasing tendency of wind and snow. Gao Ming carried a rattan frame of meat and bones.

The leather was too dangerous to pierce a lot. Despite the good craftsmanship of Bu Jia, the leather was divided into two pieces, one large and one small. The remaining pieces of leather were used with fists.

No, cover with the meat, and there is a lot of blood-shielding sprinkled on it. They can wash it again when they go back, and don't attract other prey.

With two iron buckets, Landa and him were busy catching fish, while Bu Jia fetched water by the river. As soon as the fish in the iced river jumped up at the entrance of the cave, Landa and Gao Ming could even pick up the fish directly on the ice.

However, it would be bad if they fell into the cave this season.

When he went back, Gao Ming carried the rattan frame on his back and Landa carried the fish bucket, and the fish caught a dozen or so. 

Bu Jia carried the big iron bucket of water, and the three walked back. 

After all the tossing in the afternoon, he didn't feel cold when he started working, and when he entered the cave, he felt cold in his hands and feet. 

The fire in the stove has diminished, and it hasn't gone out yet.

It is estimated that Landa went back to get the cloak and added a handful of firewood. It was really smart.

Close the door, Gao Ming puts firewood in the stove. Bu Jia was not idle, holding a broom to sweep the snow at the entrance of the cave.

Landa was tidying up the skin and cleverly cleaning up the meat and bones.

The only advantage of snowing was that it didn’t have to be afraid that the meat would go bad and would be buried in the snow outside the cave. It was taken out early the next morning, and it was harder than a popsicle, or the vent hung in the hole at night could be kept for several days.

"Brother Xiao Ming, there's nothing to soak the skin!" Landa grabbed his head and carried the skin in one hand.

The meat residue inside has been cleaned up, and now it only needs to be soaked in water for three to five days. 

Although this variegated leather is one big and one small, it can be put together against the skin of the last tiger cub.

Gao Ming stared at the fish bucket in a daze.

If the bucket could not be moved, he could only move the fish bucket.

"Let’s not eat the fresh fish anymore. I will slaughter them all in a while and wash them. You use a fish bucket to soak the skins, so there is no need to fill water." Gao Ming rolled up his sleeves and started to work.