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After working for a while, Cheng Yao also felt a little empty in her stomach.

Until last night, she hadn't had time to take a bite of hot food.

Now that we have both fuel and ingredients, we might as well cook something for ourselves.

Cheng Yao briefly checked the ingredients in the backpack. There were no meat dishes, and most of them were fresh vegetables.

It seems that if I want to eat better, I need to go hunting in the mountains and catch some pheasants and rabbits.

Fortunately, Cheng Yao is not particularly greedy for that meat now, so it is not impossible to simply cook some noodles.

After setting up the pot, Cheng Yao piled the collected firewood into a triangular pile, and then filled the gaps underneath with dry dead leaves and thorns.

Then take out the hotpot, open the lid, tilt it and shake it gently.

After a while, bright flames appeared.

Cheng Yao stretched out her hand, carefully guarding the rising flames, and moved closer to the dead leaves.

The outer flame of the flame burned quickly the first second it touched the dead leaves.

It ignites from the edge of the dead leaf, first as a small orange-yellow ball, and then quickly spreads to the entire leaf surface.

The flames danced on the dead leaves, making the originally lifeless leaves look like a fiery red picture.

The dead leaves crackled in the flames, as if they were whispering something, and the curling sound was particularly clear.

Then the flames climbed up along the dead leaves and onto the upper branches.

Soon, the branches were covered with jumping fireworks.

Cheng Yao took some clear water from the creek, placed the pot on top, and waited for the water to boil.

During this interval, I was not idle either. I took the green vegetables to the stream and washed them.

Cheng Yao pulled up the hem of her skirt, rolled it up casually, and squatted down.

The sun shone on her through the gaps in the leaves, casting a golden halo on her.

She dipped her hands in the stream, and the cold feeling made her tremble unconsciously.

"Hiss, this water is still a bit cold."

Cheng Yao's white and tender little hands turned red soon.

The cold stream water prompted her to speed up the movements of her hands. The movements were gentle and powerful, and the vegetables became clean and bright in her hands.

After cleaning, Cheng Yao stood up from the ground holding the roots of the vegetable leaves and shook the water stains on the leaves along the arc.

At this time, the temperature of the water begins to slowly rise, and the heat begins to become thicker and thicker.

Bubbles rise from the bottom of the water, bursting and making tiny crackling sounds.

The sound of the water boiling became louder and louder, and more and more heat came out of the pot's spout, spreading around.

When Cheng Yao saw that the time was almost up, she put the noodles on the side into the pot first.

And stir gently with chopsticks to spread the noodles and avoid sticking.

Then cover the pot and let the noodles cook in the boiling water.

The noodles are constantly dancing with the rolling boiling water.

After taking out the noodles, Cheng Yao put the vegetables into the boiler again and brought them to a boil.

After it is cooked, take it out and set it aside with the noodles.

Then add an appropriate amount of seasonings to it and make a simple bowl of clear soup noodles.

This was Cheng Yao's first time cooking like this, and she was still a little unaccustomed to it.

I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to control the size of the fire, so to be on the safe side I only dared to try the simplest noodle soup first.

Although the recipe is simple, the moderately soft noodles and crisp and refreshing vegetables are quite satisfying.If the soup base were rich chicken soup, the taste would have to be doubled.

Cheng Yao held the soup bowl and slurped the noodles.

But his eyes were looking towards the mountains and forests unconsciously. How about trying to go up the mountain and hunt a pheasant tomorrow?
With a new goal, Cheng Yao's schedule becomes more fulfilling.

After eating and drinking, Cheng Yao sat by the fire and stared at the open space aside in a daze.

At first, she thought about building a house by herself, but now she found that the difficulty of this matter was far beyond her imagination and ability.

First of all, she must have enough raw materials, even though there is a large forest of trees behind her.

But those that can be used to build houses must be carefully selected.

The most important thing is that the material must be tough, able to withstand long-term pressure and tension, and maintain shape stability.

With trees all over the mountains and plains, how could Cheng Yao be able to tell the quality of the wood at once?

Just selecting and sourcing materials will take a long time.

But this matter cannot be done carelessly or carelessly.

Secondly, we must pay attention to durability. Since the house has been built, Cheng Yao naturally hopes that the house can be preserved for a long time.

It can resist wind and rain erosion and maintain the integrity of its structure and strength for a long time.

If Cheng Yao finally built the wooden house and it collapsed soon after, she would probably be stunned.

Since there is no other helper at the moment, Cheng Yao is the only one to shoulder the heavy task of building the house.

Ordinary tree branches are very thick and heavy, and it is not convenient for her to carry or handle them by herself. Is there any other material that can replace them?

Cheng Yao held her chin and thought for a long time, and suddenly an idea came to her.

"Yes! I can chop bamboo to build a bamboo house!"

Cheng Yao's sight caught the bamboo forest not far away.

Looking at the bamboo forest from a distance, the lush greenery is more prominent and pure in the clear sky.

The breeze blows and shakes the green leaves, unfolding a tranquil picture, and the cloud shadows are mottled, casting fine light and shadow on the ground.

The sea of ​​bamboo is rippling, and the dewdrops attached to the bamboo leaves are dripping like bead curtains.

In the whirling bamboo shadows, Cheng Yao's heart also rippled with the swaying bamboo leaves.

Compared with the branches of other trees, bamboo is lighter and easier to cut, polish and connect to adapt to different building needs.

It is also beautiful and elegant, with nice textures and colors.

In the bright sunlight, the color of the bamboo becomes bright and vivid, a vivid green.

Under the soft moonlight, the color of the bamboo appears calm and mysterious, a deep dark green.

Whether it's bright sunlight or soft moonlight, the color of bamboo evokes a sense of comfort and tranquility.

Cheng Yao thought that such a vibrant and rhythmic color would definitely not go wrong when used to build a house.

There is no need to build a house that is too big at the beginning. Just build a small bamboo house first and then slowly expand it later.

Although Cheng Yao wanted to build a small world for herself, she had no intention of living in Wangyou Valley for a long time.

She was alone here, somewhat lonely and lonely.

According to her plan, she only planned to rest here for a while.

Wait until the limelight outside is over, and then look for an opportunity to go out.

She has never seen the beautiful mountains and rivers outside, so how can she live in the valley all the time.