Evolved humans have a very strong ability to absorb nutrients, and their digestive system is comparable to a grinder and a black hole. If they eat openly, they can eat dozens of kilograms of meat and digest it casually without any ups and downs in their stomachs.
Therefore, after the catastrophe, many foodies and hungry people emerged, and in the name of filling their stomachs, they satisfied their appetites with an astonishing amount of delicacies.
Only the skeleton of a twenty-pound fat rabbit was left. Lin Chou took out the last bowl of soup and put it in front of him. He peeled off the thick skin of the cassava to reveal the ivory-like flesh.
Cassava is different from the sweet aroma of honey. Its smell is light and elegant, just like the texture of its meat. It is gentle and distant. It does not compete with its appearance and does not highlight its essence with its strong aroma.
"Hey, last bowl of fish soup...are you gentlemanly? Ladies first, okay?"
Lin Chou chewed the fragrant cassava carefully and took a sip of the silky fish soup. She felt very comfortable, "What is a gentleman? Can you eat it? Where did you learn these weird words?"
Zuo Chen blinked and patted his belly, "Well, my aunt is full and is going to take a beauty nap."
He took out a package from the treasure bag and set up a small green tent in a few clicks.
Zuo Chen said sweetly, "Well, Brother Chou~! My tent is very spacious~ Do you want to come in together? I don't mind."
Lin Chou finished eating the cassava and drinking the soup, wiped his hands, and looked down on the potted plants with the eyes of caring for mentally retarded children, "Do you think I am stupid? You want to take advantage of me? In the next life!"
Zuo Chen took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. He took a minute to suppress the urge to crush that face into the dirt, and carried Xiaoshua into the tent without saying a word.
Lin Chou felt a chill when she saw it. She, she wanted to sleep with that slimy creature in her arms??
Women are so terrible.
The lights were on in the tent, and Zuo Chen was humming an unknown tune softly. His pretty shadow was reflected on the tent. Judging from his movements, he seemed to be changing clothes, and he actually looked a little different and soft.
"Pooh!"
Lin Chou shuddered, what's wrong with me?
Use some pebbles to press some banana leaves and green fresh mugwort on the fire. When the flame is extinguished, thick white smoke comes out. The smoke from the mugwort is effective against most poisonous insects, mosquitoes and ants, and can kill them.
He slept a little more peacefully.
Lin Chou was too lazy to build a cabin in the woods. For a person who had slept on a small bed less than half a meter long in the kitchen for twenty years, any place could be used as a bed.
The breeze blew through the forest sea, the sound of the waterfall, and the long calls of various wild animals and insects intertwined with the lullaby unique to the primeval forest. Lin Chou, who was full of belly, fell asleep quickly.
"Huhu~"
"Click~"
Lin Chou woke up in a daze. When he opened his eyes, he saw a huge figure lying next to the fire, holding the two halves of the honeycomb and licking it vigorously. The strange sound was coming from it.
Through the dim light of the fire, you can see its cold white teeth and huge claws, and it keeps making humming and contented sounds from its mouth.
"Skinned brown bear, a fifth-level low-level alien beast. A predator in the forest, omnivorous, likes to eat beehives, irritable and powerful, lives alone, only goes out during the estrus period to find a mate, and has a strong sense of territory.
. Its palms are very fresh and are among the eight treasures of the mountain. They make a living by licking their palms during hibernation, and the gum infiltrates into the palms. The front right palm is even more plump due to frequent licking, so it is called Zuoya Youyu, which is very strong.
It is recommended to add it to the God of Cooking menu. Recommended cooking method: Fish balls, ham slices, rapeseed hearts and bear paws, three boils, three stews and three steams, the shape is intact, the color is as white as jade, the mouth is like soup and rotten, fresh and tender
It’s light, but it’s truly a delicacy.”
Level five!
This was the first time Lin Chou saw a fifth-level alien beast. This skinned brown bear was nearly five meters tall even if it was sitting on the ground. It was as huge as a mountain, and its thick forearms were thicker than two Lin Chou's.
The claws are like a row of thrillingly curved guillotines.
The giant bear stuffed the honeycomb into his mouth in several mouthfuls, picked up the stone pot from the ground where Lin Chou had cooked fish soup, stuck out his tongue and licked it.
"Brush it."
Its tongue was like a hard rasp, scraping off a layer of stone powder on the surface of the stone pot. Lin Chou felt a chill. If he were licked by it like this, he would probably turn into mince.
Still dissatisfied, the giant bear threw the stone pot into its mouth.
"Crack, bang."
Finally, he licked the bear's paw with satisfaction and walked towards Lin Chou.
Such a huge body actually made no sound when walking, and not even the pebbles under its feet were scattered.
This unscientific!
Lin Chou lowered his head so as not to look into the giant bear's eyes, thus reducing his sense of presence.
With the blessing of his pan and cooking skills, his strength can kill third-level beasts like chopping melons and vegetables, but it does not mean that he can head-on confront a fifth-level giant bear. The two are completely different in nature.
When encountering a creature like a bear, either turning around and running away or confronting it head-on is not a smart choice.
In an open environment, no one can outrun a giant bear whose legs are taller than its entire body. A frontal gaze will make the bear angry and turn into a murderer.
Only by turning into a transparent person and waiting for opportunities can you avoid danger.
At least that's how Lin Chou comforted herself.
The giant bear didn't seem to notice Lin Chou, or didn't take the tiny human being to heart at all. He leaned against the rock wall, moving up and down, twisting his body left and right to scratch himself, and his movements were a bit funny.
Lin Chou couldn't help laughing. He could clearly see that the hard rock was scratched with white marks by the giant bear's steel needle-like hair, and stone chips kept falling down.
"what sound?"
Zuo Chen said confusedly, and a head emerged from the tent.
"Ah!!! Monster!"
He screamed and shrank back into the tent.
Lin Chou slapped his forehead and it was over.
The giant bear took a step towards the tent, sniffed around with his nose, "Pfft!", seemed to smell some pungent smell, and sneezed loudly, like a hurricane passing by, the small tent made a squeaking sound and fell apart.
.
Zuo Chen screamed again, rolled around and ran away.
The giant bear snorted disdainfully, stretched out his paws to fiddle with the tent, and pulled out a green object with two fingers, which was a slug snail.
Its eyes suddenly brightened, and it took a few steps to the edge of the pool, rinsed the snail in the water, and threw it into its mouth.
"Crack." Meat juice splashed out.
Xiaowo, died.
The giant bear's face showed a human expression of joy, his eyes were slightly narrowed, his nose was open and closed, his hands were clasped in front of his chest, and his body was swaying gently, as if dancing to some silent melody.
"Ha~"
Exhaling a breath is like the satisfaction of a master sommelier after tasting a peerless wine.
"Gudong."
Lin Chou swallowed a mouthful of saliva, feeling hungry.
(PS, Chapters 85-87, how many book friends have mistakenly thought that potted plants are vegetarians? I went back and read them a few times, and then revised them. I want to write that the meaning of potted plants is to allow my mother to be quiet.
I'm pretending to be cool, but I'm actually just bragging. The potted plant has been lying under the ground for more than half a month, and it's just weak and not getting enough. It's not a vegetarian. I'm not good at writing, and I'm sorry for confusing you readers.
PS: The poems about Spring, Summer, Autumn and Winter were written by Mr. Wu when Monkey King was born. Don’t get me wrong.
PS: Don’t believe the various tonic soups in hospitals or nearby restaurants and herbal medicines. Even if they say that warm tonic bala bala kwa brings flowers, it is the best choice for the first meal of people who have just recovered from a long illness or have not eaten for a long time.
It’s just a bowl of cooked porridge, those tonic soups, etc. Not everyone can drink it. If you don’t do it right, it will cause big problems. Ben Guan has experienced it personally.)