After retrieving the kitchen knife, Meng Fei carefully opened the oil paper package that wrapped the knife, and saw the quaint kitchen knife appear in front of him, with the blade flashing with cold light.

Meng Fei gently stroked the blade, feeling its coldness and sharpness.

Meng Fei took a deep breath and gripped the handle of the knife tightly. He felt a powerful force surging in his heart. He swung the knife hard, and the kitchen knife in his hand turned into a silver blade, chopping towards the little frozen chicken with a sharp momentum.

"Swish!"

The knife flashed, and the little frozen chicken was instantly split in half. The cut was neat and smooth, without any drag.

But what was even more shocking was that after the knife cut the chicken, it fell straight onto the chopping board. The next second, with a "crack", the chopping board was split in half and fell to the ground!

Meng Fei looked at the broken chopping board and was shocked. The sharpness of the kitchen knife was beyond his imagination. Meng Fei stared blankly at the kitchen knife in his hand, with an indescribable excitement in his heart.

He squatted down, picked up half of the chopping board, picked up the frozen chicken, and swung the knife again.

This time, he paid more attention to the force transmitted by the blade. The chicken was chopped into two pieces, but the chopping board was not broken, leaving only a deep hole.

Meng Fei nodded with satisfaction and continued to cut the chicken, feeling the sharp blade. Every time Meng Fei cut, it seemed like an enjoyment. The refreshing feeling made him intoxicated.

As time went by, Meng Fei became more and more proficient in using the kitchen knife, and he could quickly cut the hard frozen chicken into pieces.

After cutting the chicken, Meng Fei also chopped the green onion and garlic, preparing to stir-fry them later.

Meng Fei first heated the big pot, then poured some oil into the pot. When the oil was heated to a certain degree and began to emit white smoke, he put the washed chicken into the pot.

With a crackling sound, the moisture on the surface of the chicken evaporates quickly, emitting an enticing aroma.

Meng Fei skillfully turned the chickens with a spatula to ensure that they were evenly heated. When the surface of the chicken was fried golden brown, Meng Fei added scallions, ginger, garlic and dried chili segments and continued to stir-fry. The high temperature brought out the flavors of the scallions, ginger and other seasonings, and cleverly blended them with the chicken, covering up its meaty smell. For a moment, the pot was filled with fragrance.

After stir-frying for a while, Meng Fei poured an appropriate amount of cooking wine, light soy sauce and dark soy sauce into the pot and continued to stir-fry, allowing the chicken to fully absorb the flavor of the seasoning.

Finally, he poured the mushrooms into the pot, added an appropriate amount of water, covered the pot, and simmered it slowly over low heat.

After finishing the work in the pot, Meng Fei walked towards the warehouse again, intending to get some cornmeal to make pot stickers and pancakes to eat.

But as soon as he entered the warehouse, Meng Fei felt a biting cold and couldn't help shivering.

"Huh? The refrigerator door isn't closed? It shouldn't be like that. I closed it after I took out the chicken just now."

Meng Fei hurriedly walked towards the freezer and after checking, he found that the sliding door on the freezer had been opened a little at some point, and a trace of cold air was coming out of the refrigerator. (The kind of freezer that sells ice cream)

Meng Fei didn't take it seriously. He thought that maybe he didn't close it tightly when he closed it just now, so it was normal to leave a gap.

After Meng Fei closed the freezer tightly, he scooped a large bowl of cornmeal from the woven bag and walked out of the warehouse.

Meng Fei found an iron basin, poured the cornmeal into it, and poured a proper amount of boiling water into it. The loose cornmeal was instantly cooked when it came into contact with the boiling water, and turned into small lumps of dough. Meng Fei picked up the chopsticks and stirred the cornmeal constantly to ensure that they were all heated evenly, so that there would be no dead dough when it stuck to the pot later.

Seeing that it was almost done, Meng Fei carefully opened it, and hot steam instantly hit us, mixed with the delicious aroma of chicken.

Meng Fei washed his hands, wet them with water, quickly grabbed a piece of corn dough, kneaded it briefly in the palm of his hand, and then threw it into the pot with a "whoosh".

With a "pop" sound, the dough fell right on the edge of the pot. The high temperature of the pot edge instantly cooked the contact surface of the dough, and the dough stayed firmly on the edge of the pot.

Meng Fei nodded with satisfaction, which meant that the dough he kneaded was not bad. After all, this was his first time making it. Although he was an expert in cooking, he was still a little unsure.

Afterwards, Meng Fei covered the remaining space around the edge of the pot with cornmeal pancakes and then put the lid back on.

At this time in the backyard, Bear Grylls was sitting on a small stool, watching the little animals playing with a happy face.

The little squirrel was riding on the little wild boar, directing the little wild boar to flee left and right, while behind them, two little bear babies were chasing them with bared fangs and claws.

The white tiger and the male tiger were squatting in a bush in the corner of the yard, performing indescribable actions. Although blocked by the grass, Bear Grylls could tell at a glance what they were doing from the frequency of their shaking.

The two snow leopards ran to the river and used their big tails to catch fish, roaring excitedly from time to time.

The little fox curled up in the chair, its white fur beginning to turn red under the setting sun, looking magnificent and very pretty.

At this moment, Bear Grylls' heart melted. He felt that he had not been so relaxed and comfortable for a long time. The last time was when his father took him to the family farm when he was a child...

Bear Grylls stretched his waist deeply and felt much more relaxed. He looked around Meng Fei's house and muttered to himself.

"Although Meng's family is comfortable, it is too difficult to raise these animals just by picking wild vegetables and mushrooms in the mountains. After all, they all need to eat meat. I'd better help him. If I remember correctly, the International Animal Protection Association will distribute wildlife aid every year. Although there are not many places, the money is not small. I must help Meng get this opportunity!!!"

Thinking of this, Bear Grylls nodded with deep eyes and walked towards the front yard. At this time, he had truly regarded Meng Fei as his good friend!

At this time, Meng Fei was sitting by the pot, gathering firewood from the stove. Seeing Bei Ye coming back, he smiled and said:

"Are you having fun?"

Bear Grylls nodded excitedly, "Yeah! It's so fun. Those little animals are just like children, smart and cute! Meng! I really envy you for being able to live in a place like this. When I get old, I want to find a quiet place to live, sit in the garden, and make a cup of coffee. It's just perfect!"

"Haha, we have a lot of empty houses in Mengjiagou. If you have nowhere to go, you can come here." Meng Fei said with a smile.