Back to the primitive, peasant girls are not leisurely

Chapter 165 Pheasant Stewed Mushrooms

Not far away, Ma Jun stood there holding a bow and arrow.

Tao Qingluo breathed a sigh of relief. Sure enough, it was not in vain to let them contact archery, and now it finally came in handy.

Cheng Xiaohu and Lu Shan were still drawing their bows. It seemed that they were too nervous to draw the bows away.

"Come on, take the tiger-faced pig away, it's bleeding, and it will attract other beasts later." Tao Qingluo commanded calmly.

A few people were at a loss, so they acted quickly.

Even in such a dangerous situation just now, Tao Qingluo didn't let go of the pheasant in her hands.

Now that we have caught it, we must let everyone have a good taste of these wild game, otherwise they don't know that there are so many delicacies in this world.

People only think of how to eat more delicious food after they are full.

Now, they already have this condition.

Everyone likes to be lively in winter, and when the weather is cold, they like to get together even more, so that they can pass the boring time.

Tao Qingluo stewed pheasant and mushrooms in a large stone pot, the heat slowly radiated, and the fragrance spread throughout the tribe.

"Qingluo, what the hell are you doing? I'm drooling." Tao Qingyun asked.

Tao Qingluo said: "Brother, if you don't go to look at sister-in-law, why are you here to look at me?"

"Your sister-in-law is also drooling when she smells it." Tao Qingyun said seriously.

People who are pregnant have different appetites from others anyway, and sometimes they suddenly want to eat something.

Although they didn't have many good things at this time, it was enough for them to toss.

In addition to Wang Xiaocao, the two pregnant women in the tribe have received special protection.

"I'm sure there will be some of you when the pot comes out. Let my sister-in-law drink more of this soup at this time, it will be good for her health."

There is no black-bone chicken here, so naturally there is no way to make pure black-bone chicken soup for her.

But the pheasant and the mushrooms picked naturally, the taste will not be bad.

When Tao Qingluo was doing it, she couldn't help herself.

Beating the roe deer with a ladle to scoop up the fish, and the pheasant flying into the rice cooker, all of which have now been realized.

Besides scooping fish, she didn't want to make ice holes, because the current tools of their tribe are not complete yet.

Especially the river, there is still a distance from here, if they go out rashly, it may be dangerous.

Leaving a little suspense to the back will also give everyone a feeling of hope that will continue to appear.

You can't show off everything you know at once.

The feathers of the male pheasant are very beautiful. Tao Qingluo is used to decorate the cave, and it is made into a beautiful handicraft. The rest are all cleaned up, otherwise it is easy to attract some insects in spring.

When the pheasant and mushroom were ready and Tao Qingluo served it, everyone felt drunk just by smelling it.

Taking a sip of the soup, the rich taste really makes people feel happy.

She didn't know how to describe her mood at that time. Seeing everyone's satisfaction, she felt as if she had returned to the kang in the northeast.

In winter, many women in the village, with half-knitted sweaters and balls of thread, sitting on the kang, chatting about their parents, and comparing patterns with each other, knitting sweaters for their own men or children, hooking sock.

When she was a child, she never bought a sweater, and her mother knitted it for her stitch by stitch.

Thinking of this, I suddenly wanted to get some sheep back. In that case, I could use wool to make thread and knit sweaters in the future.

It is much more comfortable to wear than animal skins, and it is also more beautiful and convenient.

(End of this chapter)