Hand rubbing nuclear fusion live in the wilderness

Chapter 43 Boiled Butter and Preserved Offal

After waiting for a while, the system remained silent, ignoring his question, neither speaking nor displaying words.

Han Yuan sighed slightly in his heart, stopped thinking about this matter, and concentrated on looking at the beef ribs on the grill.

Soon, the ribs on the grill were grilled golden brown, and the rich aroma of meat immediately seduced his stomach growling.

After calculating the approximate time, he felt that it was almost done, so he picked up a rib with chopsticks made of branches.

On the two-finger thick ribs, there is a layer of beef and fascia attached. The fat in the fascia has been roasted and attached to the surface of the ribs, which looks extremely attractive.

Holding the ribs, Han Yuan couldn't help swallowing.

Can't wait to let it cool down, just bite down.

The outer layer was crispy, and he took a bite, so hot that he couldn't stop breathing, but what he ate was full of oily aroma.

There is no salt, no seasoning, but the Korean won is eating mouthful after mouthful, even if it is scalded, it is not willing to spit it out.

He was so hungry.

The workload this afternoon and one afternoon consumes enough energy for him to consume for a week.

He felt so hungry that he could eat a cow now.

Soon, the first rib was in his belly, and he couldn't wait to pick up another one.

After eating seven or eight ribs in a row, he stopped and burped happily.

Don't look at the small amount, but the meat left on each rib is no less than the meat on the beef ribs bought in the supermarket.

Moreover, the ribs he removed were not severed, each one was complete.

Seven or eight ribs, if all the meat is removed, it will weigh at least two catties.

Before the release, when he was at home without going out to survive in the wilderness, let alone two catties of meat, one catty of meat was enough for him to eat three meals a day.

After eating the meat, Han Yuan warmed up half a bowl of soup specially left in the earthenware bowl, and sat by the campfire to drink it slowly.

People, after satisfying the most basic food and clothing, always want better things.

After filling his stomach, he felt that the broth in the bowl didn't start to taste as good.

But he is not a hypocritical person, he finished his soup slowly and watched the barrage on the virtual screen.

It can be roughly judged from the bullet screen of the audience in the live broadcast room that the two little ones have probably finished eating.

He got up and came to the cave. The simple torch used for lighting had been extinguished, but he brought a new one.

Looking at the entrance of the cave, the broth in the clay pot has been eaten clean, even the boiled and rotten heart and lung slices have been eaten clean.

The torch was poked into the cave, and the two little guys were lying quietly in the cave.

Seeing Han Yuan approaching, he didn't react too much, but raised his head alertly and glanced, no longer trembling with fear like before.

Obviously, the two little guys were much less afraid of him after eating the broth he sent over.

Han Yuan smiled, didn't go in, and reached out to take the clay basin at the entrance of the cave.

A meal of broth can buy two cubs. This kind of thing reminded him of the national treasure in China.

Forget milk, forget apples.

Just come here and you can exchange a cub in front of the giant panda. This kind of thing is only capable of the bear people.

Bear people!Never be a slave!

Unless it includes food, accommodation and massage.

With the clay pot, Han Yuan returned to the campfire, ready to start cooking butter to preserve the internal organs.

The clay basin had already been licked clean by the two little guys, which saved the effort of cleaning, but he still wiped it with the leaves.

After all, this clay pot will be the rice bowl for the two little guys in the future.

There is not much difference between boiling butter and lard.

Use a flint knife to cut the butter into two to three centimeter-sized pieces, put them in a clay pot, and then put them on the campfire to cook.

It's a pity that there is no water, so we can only boil it dry.

Otherwise, if you add some water, the color of the boiled oil will be better, and you don’t need someone to stand by.

Taking advantage of the cooking time, Han Yuan found some forearm-long wooden sticks from the firewood, split them with a stone axe, and tied them with hemp rope made of bark to form a wooden stick about forty centimeters long, wide and twenty centimeters high. Right and left rectangular frame.

Taking a flint knife again, he cut a large piece of cowhide from the belly of the cowhide that he had cut before, put it into a wooden frame, fixed the four corners with ropes, and made a simple container.

This one will be used later to hold the offal and butter.

There were too many viscera, and the pot was too small, so he couldn't put it down at all, so he could only make a compromise.

In order to save food for the two little guys, Han Yuan was busy until late at night before stopping the live broadcast.

Not only must enough oil be boiled to cover all the internal organs.

It is also necessary to wait until the butter in the wooden container is cooled before cutting the internal organs into pieces.

Otherwise, the high oil temperature will directly fry these internal organs, and they will not be able to be used to cook soup at that time.

It was like serving two little ancestors.

Busy and busy, he tossed and tossed until late at night before he stopped the live broadcast, and added some wet wood to several piles of bonfires to ensure that they burned before rolling to the cave to sleep.

This can be said to be the longest and the most tiring day he has broadcast live for a few days.

Within 2 minutes of entering the cave and lying down, Han Yuan fell asleep directly, which shows how tired he is after the day.

The next day, when Han Yuan woke up in a daze, he only felt that his face was wet, as if something was licking it.

When he opened his eyes, a jaguar appeared in his eyes. He was so frightened that he woke up immediately, sat up suddenly, grabbed the jaguar on his body and threw it out.

The little guy who was thrown out fell on the fallen leaves that Han Yuan had laid before, but he didn't suffer any harm.

After rolling on the ground twice, he quickly got up and yelled at him, very dissatisfied.

Hearing the little guy's cry, Han Yuan came back to his senses.

Seeing the little one on the ground, he breathed a sigh of relief, and his tense nerves relaxed.

After all, whoever comes here will react violently when he wakes up to find a jaguar lying on top of him, licking his cheek.

Looking at the yelling little guy on the ground, Han Yuan smiled and waved to it, calling it to come over, although he could catch it at this distance.

This time, the little guy didn't dodge immediately, but stopped howling, looked at him with his head tilted halfway, then turned around and walked into the cave, playing with another little guy.

Han Yuan looked at it for a while with a smile on his face, whistled loudly at the two little guys, got up and left the cave.

The two little guys hesitated for a moment after hearing the whistle, and at the same time turned their heads to look at his back, as if they were thinking about something, and after a while, they started fighting with each other again.

(End of this chapter)