When Ye Wan opened the second bucket of drinking water to wash the chicken, Liang Jingjing realized that this seemed to be their only bucket of drinking water left. "The water will run out soon. What will we drink tomorrow and the day after tomorrow?"

"Yes, the production team will not deliver drinking water until midnight the day after tomorrow, so there are still two days."

"My silly child, you finally remembered this question."

Ye Wan scratched the chicken's belly without blinking, and said without raising his head: "I'll go get some water tomorrow morning. Don't worry, our little cutie won't get thirsty!"

Liang Jingjing smiled like a flower.

When the barrage of comments started to repeat "Where is the water?", thousands of netizens finally knew what the irregular wooden board that Liang Jingjing had spent most of the day sanding was.

After rinsing the wooden board under water, Ye Wan placed it on the dining table. With the Swiss Army Knife in his hand, he chopped the chicken into chicken nuggets in the blink of an eye.

"For a moment, I didn't know whether to sympathize with the cutting board or the Swiss Army knife."

“Swiss Army Knife: When that hateful woman used me to chop a chicken, I was desperate!”

"But without oil, will it taste good? Boiled in water..."

Before the words on the barrage were finished, Ye Wan had already thrown the fat slices from the chicken into the big iron pot.

A sizzling sound was heard, and after a few stir-frys, the fat was immediately refined into oil.

Wild ginger, wild garlic and pheasant are all put into the pot, and the smell of smoke hits you.

Two beautiful girls, one was stir-frying the chicken in the pan, and the other was sitting on a rock, watching with her chin in her hand.

Behind me is a wooden house, and further away are lush green mountains.

The picture is as beautiful as a paradise.

"Oh, I forgot to bring some rock sugar to make sugar color, which is the biggest failure of this dish!"

Ye Wan was muttering to himself as he was stir-frying.

The barrage music is going crazy.

"As expected, Chinese people always worry about the appearance, smell and taste wherever they go. Even the slightest difference will not do."

"This young lady is so beautiful and can even cook. She's amazing! Whoever marries her in the future will be so blessed!"

"Wow, Liang Jingjing is so lucky! Is she the chosen one chosen by the goddess of luck? I hope such a lovely Liang Jingjing will become famous soon!"

"They will become famous soon. Just look at how carefree they are. I think they can spend 300 days in Wufeng Mountain, not to mention 30 days. With such a high exposure rate, they will be offered many commercials, movies, TV series and variety shows when they come down the mountain. They will definitely become famous, okay?"

"Sure enough, people from the same company have different fates!"

"It turns out that hugging the right thigh is important!"

They were chatting happily in the barrage.

In front of the wooden house, Ye Wan poured the remaining pure water in the bucket into the pot. After boiling it, he took out a few burning firewoods and looked at Liang Jingjing. "Just watch the fire and don't let it go out."

As he spoke, Ye Wan carried the toolbox to the back of the wooden house.

The sound of clinking and clanging continued throughout the entire time of stewing the chicken, and I saw a small compartment divided into two appeared at the back of the wooden house.

"If I'm not mistaken, this should be the bathroom and toilet, right?"

"Hey, you are really a very particular person. Even in the wilderness, you still remember to separate the bathroom and toilet."

"This bathroom...is not perfect!"

Everyone has thought about this problem. After all, the bathrooms at home have drainage pipes.

When the barrage of comments began to speculate, Ye Wan was seen holding a pointed wooden stick, starting from the toilet toilet, and digging a small ditch that meandered for several meters.

The small ditch meandered along the side of the cliff, through the weeds.

If the water flows fast enough, it may even fall onto the plants below.

Netizens: …

Well, it’s not a waste. I’ll just consider it as fertilizing the plants on Wufeng Mountain.

(End of this chapter)