I Lost It! It Turns out That the Anchor is Cultivating Immortals

While Su Mubai was busy, he used his perception field to pay attention to the movement of the little golden squirrel.

The speed is extremely fast, and at the same time, he has a very clear sense of spirits. The spirit grass in the medicine field is almost completely defenseless against this little thing.

"Wow!!"

When Hai Dongqing returned from the swamp, Su Mubai opened his eyes and shared, "Little, stay outside and guard the spirit grass in the medicine field."

"Good host!"

Hai Dongqing nodded, swooped down and put down the bamboo basket, parked on the stone near the medicine field, and carefully guarded the spirit grass there.

Start a pot and make a fire, Su Mubai took out some honey and lard, poured it into a small iron pot, and fry it with a small fire to make candy.

Hold the spatula in the right hand and keep stirring to prevent the honey in it from being heated unevenly, causing it to stick to the pot and turn into a bitter taste.

The little squirrel looked at the door of the kitchen for a while, but didn't smell any special smell, it was a little: disappointed.

The figure flickered, intending to go out to see, the breath it felt just now, "Squeak..."

But just as it passed the entrance of the hall, it was near the straw den of the wolf and Hai Dongqing, and felt a familiar cold air, and spiritual fluctuations, with its smart eyes, following that feeling, it found that it was not On the far wall hangs a long whip of the same color, shimmering with golden light.

That kind of breath seems to be the same as the big snake in the ice and snow world, which almost froze it into an ice sculpture.

Could it be that guy's? That guy is also very powerful, how could he be like this.

After watching for a while, the little squirrel continued to walk outside, and just outside the door, a strong spiritual fluctuation came from the top of the head again, which seemed to increase the concentration of the nearby spiritual energy a lot.

"Squeak..."

Looking at the deep sea night pearl with admiration, the little squirrel is a little sour. This place doesn't seem to be big, but it is full of spiritual energy. Not to mention, there are so many treasures.

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Chapter 193: God Su can fly in the sky, but this time he wants to be on the ground

Chapter 193: God Su can fly in the sky, but this time he will be on the ground (Page 1 of 2)

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...<, I didn't expect that after the braised pork was boiled, only some cinnamon and bay leaves were added, and the roasted taste was similar to what we eat in restaurants."

In the dense jungle, Bai Ling stood beside the stove, holding chopsticks made of bamboo, tasting the soup in the earthenware casserole, with excitement written on his white face, these... .....Cinnamon bark and bay leaf, which they collected from the cinnamon tree when they went to the valley yesterday to mark, there are several cinnamon bark there, just cutting off a little bark will not have any effect on the growth of the cinnamon tree. Impact.

And as long as it is not cut too much, the bark of the cinnamon tree will grow again.

There are still many green star anises on the nearby anise trees, and Bai Ling also brought some back, but the taste seems to be a little wrong. The aroma after drying is much different from that of mature star anise.

"It's not that cinnamon and bay leaves are added, it's the same as the one cooked in the restaurant, but we haven't eaten this kind of roast pork here for a long time, so that's why you think so."

"If you really want to talk about the taste, I guess that only Senior Su can produce the taste of a restaurant. We don't even have honey in place of sugar except... cinnamon and bay leaves."

Bai Jian put down the hunting knife in his hand, and checked the branches used to make the arrows. The surface was basically polished and smooth, and there were no burrs left. However, for safety reasons, he still wrapped the branches with animal leather, rubbed back and forth, and removed the tops. Residual burrs.

"No way, Brother Su's place is full of spices, and we don't dare to dig out the honeycomb..."

Bai Ling stuck out his tongue. On the stove next to him, another casserole was steaming continuously, and the steaming rice in it exuded a strong aroma of rice.

Bai Jian's craftsmanship can't make a wooden barrel for steaming rice like Su Mubai, but he can use a stainless steel pot, add rice and a certain amount of water, and put it in a casserole for steaming.

Although it tastes a little bit worse, this method is very simple and very practical.

"Squeak...!"

While the Bai brothers and sisters were chatting, the little golden squirrel jumped silently from the woods to the roof of the shelter.

Wrinkled his nose and sniffed, his smart eyes were filled with excitement.

Sharp claws, grasped the wood of the roof, flexibly climbed over the eaves, and climbed above the windows.

"Grumpy Grumpy..."

A burst of meat aroma escaped from the crack of the casserole lid, and it smelled very good.

"Fuck! Look, there's a little golden squirrel at the window on the roof!"

"Really! It's cute! But this little guy is too bold, isn't he afraid of people?"

"Hey, isn't this the little guy who left from Su Shen? Why did he come to the hero so quickly?"

"God Su won't, are you sure it came from there?"

"That's right, it seems to have left from Su Shenda's shelter half an hour ago..."

"The real and fake Su Shenda's shelter for half an hour is at least seven or eight hours away from the hero's place, and after an hour, you think this little guy can fly."

"Maybe it's the other one, maybe there's one, there's two..."

"Makes sense..."

Bai Jian was sitting right in the direction of the shelter, and the drone's camera could just capture the pictures from the eaves and windows.

But the little squirrel doesn't care at all, this flying pimple, as long as it doesn't hurt these... people called people, there is no danger at all.

It had observed several times, those wild wolves, wild boars, and even big brown bears who were chasing after these people were all paralyzed to the ground by what was fired from the small lump.

And the animals that didn't hurt those people, that... Iron lumps wouldn't care at all, even if the place where they sleep was removed, there would be no problem. <, I went outside to get some water back, but there is no water in the wooden bucket."

Bai Ling poured the stewed venison into the earthenware plate to dry, carried the wooden barrel made of wood, and walked to the stream outside, ready to fetch some water and come back to make a soup.