Husband is Particularly Fierce

When the soup boiled, she added water and moved back a little to keep it light. The golden birdman continued to wolf down the roasted meat while biting on the bones. Before it ate, it tore off the bones and placed them on top of the clean lotus leaves, pushing them towards Yuan Feiyu, indicating that she could continue cooking the soup. It had just eaten this bone. There was a layer of bone on the round bone, and it was very fragrant.

Yuan Feiyu suddenly had an idea. He could use the delicious golden birdman to do things. Seeing that the golden birdman had eaten five or six small animals, she felt that her stomach was at least full. She continuously poured more water on the bone soup, and then indicated that this box was too small.

The golden birdman could only watch helplessly as she compared to the others. It seemed as if her face was filled with some kind of expression, some kind of expression. She smiled like a saintly mother and tolerated the merciful look in her eyes, as if she were looking at a fool.

Yuan Feiyu did not continue. She lowered her head and continued to eat. "Oh, the meat is so delicious. As expected, delicious food is a good medicine that heals the heart."

F * ck! I won't be so easily defeated by reality again. I want to become stronger! Let all the food in my mouth die!

The universe was erupting in her heart, and in fact, she had at most eaten a lot of meat. The meat was a little cold, so she moved the bottom of the stone in front of her towards the fire, causing her hand to be unstable. The stone fell to the ground and broke into a small hole, and she realized that the stone here was actually full of holes, and it wasn't very strong, and if there was a suitable tool, I could make a lot of things out of it. Why do I have to ask for this' Faint Soul 'in front of me!? Sure enough, I still only want to be strong in my mind, but I haven't completely integrated this thought into reality.

Women who still had expectations for males were really brainless and could not explain it.

After eating, she decided to go to work. She had long since discovered that the stone blocking the cave entrance was different from the one that existed in the cave. The stone hair that blocked the door was dark red in color and the texture was very hard. There weren't any bubbles in the hair, and it could easily be broken into pieces like a knife.

The cave door was about a quarter open, and the sunlight was still good. Although the cave was a bit overcast, one could clearly see everything.

She stood there for a long time, picking out a flat phone as thick as a square foot. She felt that she could try making a flat pan with a Chinese universal military shovel. She was afraid that it might be broken.

The stone was heavy, but its surface was extremely smooth. She tried roasting a few slices of meat on the brazier rack, but the heat conduction was quite fast. It was just that there was something wrong with it. It was impossible to collect the oil that was roasted like the universal military shovel in China. This kind of grilled meat that was a bit thinner was still okay. Mole meat must be bad.

But there is one thing that can replace China's all-purpose military spade, and a slate pot that can bake more meat in one go is certainly useful. She took the firewood from under the slab with a stick so that it wouldn't burn and crack.