When Ye Wan opened the second bucket of drinking water to wash the chickens, Liang Jingjing realized belatedly that this seemed to be the only bucket of drinking water they had left. "The water has run out. What should we drink tomorrow and the day after tomorrow?"
"Yes, the program team will not deliver drinking water until midnight the day after tomorrow. There are still two days left."
"My silly boy, you have finally thought of this problem."
Ye Wan plucked the chicken's belly without blinking, and said without raising her head: "I'll fetch water early tomorrow morning. Don't worry, our little cutie won't be thirsty!"
Liang Jingjing's smile turned into a flower.
When the barrage started to read "Where is the water?", thousands of netizens finally knew what the irregular wooden board that Liang Jingjing spent most of the day polishing with sandpaper was.
After flushing the wooden board with water, Ye Wan placed it on the dining table. The Swiss Army Knife in his hand rose and fell, and a chicken turned into chicken nuggets in the blink of an eye.
"For a moment, I didn't know whether to sympathize with the cutting board or the Swiss Army knife."
"Swiss Army Knife: The moment that hateful woman used me to chop the chicken, I was in despair!"
"But there is no oil. How can it be delicious? Boiled in water..."
Before he finished typing the words on the barrage, he saw that Ye Wan had already removed the pieces of fat from the chicken and threw it into the big iron pot.
There was a sizzling sound, and after a few more stir-fries, the fat was instantly refined into oil.
The wild ginger, wild garlic and pheasant are put into the pot together, and the smoke of fireworks is blowing towards your face.
Two beautiful girls, one was stir-frying the chicken in the pot, and the other was sitting on the stone with her chin in her hands and watching.
Behind you are the wooden houses, and further away are the green mountains.
The picture is as beautiful as a peach blossom garden.
"Hey, I forgot to bring a few pieces of rock sugar to fry it until it turns into a sugary color. This is the biggest failure of this dish!"
Ye Wan muttered while stir-frying.
The barrage is crazy.
"Sure enough, Chinese people are always obsessed with sex, fragrance, and fragrance wherever they go, and even a little bit of it won't work."
"Young lady is so beautiful, and she can actually cook. That's amazing! Whoever marries her in the future will be so lucky!"
"Are you kidding me? If you marry her, you will be tired of seeing her face every day. How can you be willing to let her into the kitchen?"
"Wow, Liang Jingjing is so lucky! Is this the chosen girl chosen by the goddess of luck? I hope such a cute Liang Jingjing will become popular soon!"
"It's early to catch fire. Just look at this leisurely appearance, let alone 30 days, I guess it's not a problem for them to spend 300 days in Wufeng Mountain. With such a high exposure, they turned back and went down the mountain, advertising movies, TV series, variety shows
There are so many people coming, is this a rhythm that is going to be popular right now?”
"Sure enough, people from the same company may have different fates!"
"It turns out that holding the right thigh is very important!"
The conversation was lively in the barrage.
In front of the wooden house, Ye Wan poured the remaining pure water in the bucket into the pot, boiled it and took away a few burning firewood, then looked at Liang Jingjing, "Look at the fire and keep it like this
Just don’t let it die.”
With that said, Ye Wan carried the tool box to the back of the wooden house.
The sound of clanging and clanging continued throughout the whole time of stewing chicken, and I saw that there was a small compartment divided into two parts on the back of the wooden house.
"If I guess correctly, this should be the bathroom and toilet, right?"
"Hey, you are really particular about people. Even in the wilderness, you still don't forget to separate the bathroom and toilet."
"This bathroom...isn't perfect enough!"
Everyone has thought about this problem. After all, all bathrooms at home have sewer pipes.
When the barrage began to speculate, Ye Wan was seen holding a pointed wooden stick, starting from the bathroom squat pit, and digging a small ditch that snaked for several meters.
The small ditch followed the side of the cliff and meandered past the weeds.
If the flow of water is fast enough, it might even be thrown onto the plants below.
Netizens:......
Okay, it's not wasted, just think of it as fertilizing the plants in Wufeng Mountain.