762. Chapter 762 Baby is waiting for me twenty-four
As night fell, Mu Mu lit the kerosene lamp in the house and had just finished cleaning a dozen birds and threw them into a pot to cook.
Oil, salt, soy sauce, sugar, she put a little bit of all the seasonings she saw.
"Looks pretty good."
She is very satisfied with her masterpiece.
After rubbing her hands, she took out a pair of chopsticks from the chopstick holder and picked up a cooked bird, looking expectantly at the oily bird.
"starving."
I was so hungry that my chest pressed against my back.
As she spoke, she opened her mouth and stuffed a whole bird into her mouth.
Just after chewing it twice, she spit it out.
The body of the spit-out bird was bitten open, covered with blood, and the flesh was red.
Mu Mu frowned, her stomach churning.
Not cooked, not even cooked.
It was such a failure, and it was so salty, it was as if I had eaten a bite of salt.
I was so busy that I drank a glass of water.
She put her hands on her hips, frowning and looking worriedly at a plate of undercooked birds.
What should I do? It's so salty.
After thinking about it, Mu Mu glanced at the water tank aside, an idea came to his mind, his eyes lit up, "Yes."
She scooped a ladle of water, then poured the plate of birds into the water and washed them.
Then she ran outside, picked up some dead branches, and built a fire in the yard.
The fire is burning brightly.
She stuck a dozen birds together with green branches, then squatted down and put the birds on the fire to roast.
You can smell the aroma after roasting for a while.
She took back her hand, put her nose close to the bird and sniffed it, "It smells so good."
"It must be cooked this time." She pulled down another bird with great expectation and prepared to eat it.
Can it be unfamiliar? The birds have turned into coal.
Now it is impossible to tell that the branches in her hands are more than a dozen small birds, but they are simply more than a dozen pieces of coal.
She removed the outer layer of paste and whispered softly: "Uncle said, the paste will cause cancer."
"Yeah, delicious."
This time it was a success, it was cooked, and the taste was just right, neither salty nor bland.
Mu Mu ate five or six roasted birds in a row, his mouth glistening with oil.
When she finished eating the eighth one, she burped and took a sip of water from the water glass next to her.
"Baby, please have enough to eat tonight." She touched her belly with satisfaction and talked to the child in her belly.
Of course, her stomach didn't give her any response.
There were four or five more, which she put on plates.
It was very cold at night on the island, and she squatted next to the fire and didn't want to get up.
The fire was burning brightly, and she stared at the fire in a daze.
Hey, it would be great if the uncle was nearby. He could dance the little apple to her opposite to cheer her up, a naked version.
He has great supernatural powers, so why can't he find this island?
A gust of wind blew over, and the flame was blown to one side. After the wind passed, it straightened again.
Hey, it would be great if the uncle was here, she wouldn't have to be afraid of the cold, he would definitely hold her to sleep.
Next, she thought countless times that it would be great if Lu Yifan was here.
When she thought about it at the end, she laughed to herself, it turns out that uncle is so important.
Mu Mu did not add more firewood to the fire. After the firewood was burned, the fire gradually became smaller and smaller, and finally turned into a pair of red charcoal.
"Baby, mommy will take you back to the house to sleep."
As she spoke, she stood up, stretched and yawned.
My legs are a little numb after sitting for too long.
She bent down and patted her calf, raised her eyelids and glanced around.
