Hearing Bear Grylls' exclamation, everyone hurriedly ran towards the direction where the sound came from, only to see Bear Grylls squatting in front of a tree stump with his back to them, busying himself with something with his hands.
Everyone looked puzzled. At this time, Bear Grylls turned around excitedly with a large bunch of hazel mushrooms in his hand. A quick look showed that there were at least a dozen mushrooms in the bunch, all growing closely together, which looked very pleasing.
"Meng! Look at the beautiful hazel mushrooms I picked! Such a big bunch! And there are many more over there!!" Bear Grylls was as happy as a child at this time.
Meng Fei smiled and nodded. Such a large pile of hazel mushrooms was indeed rare. Bear Grylls was really lucky.
Everyone's worries finally settled down. When they heard Bear Grylls say that he had a lot of hazel mushrooms over there, they hurried over.
When everyone arrived, they were all stunned.
They saw that the grass not far in front of them was densely covered with clumps of hazel mushrooms, as if they were planted there by someone. There was not even a place to stand.
"Oh my god!!! I encountered a mushroom circle!!!" Meng Fei shouted in surprise, with unstoppable joy on his face.
"Mushroom circle (juan, fourth tone)? Meng, what does this mean?" Bear Grylls asked with a puzzled look on his face.
Meng Fei calmed down his excitement and explained with a smile, "Pigs have pig pens, sheep have sheep pens, and mushrooms naturally have mushroom pens. There is a saying among us mountain herders that if you come across a patch of mushrooms, they are mushroom pens. The older generation said that these are mushrooms raised by the mountain god. The mushrooms here have solid roots, hard necks, and tight caps. They are several times better than mushrooms from other places. They will not rot until it snows and freezes. They are specially prepared by the mountain god for those animals that have no food in winter."
Hearing Meng Fei's words, everyone showed surprise in their eyes.
"Brother Meng, I didn't expect you mountain herders to have so many explanations. Since this is left by the mountain god for the small animals, we'd better not pick it." said Old Liu.
"Haha, it's okay, Mr. Liu. We can pick the mushrooms in this mushroom circle, but we can only take a small part. It's enough for us to eat. This can be regarded as a gift from the mountain god to us." Meng Fei said with a smile.
When they heard Meng Fei say that they could pick mushrooms, everyone's originally somewhat disappointed mood instantly rekindled and they all started picking mushrooms.
However, although they were excited, they did not forget Meng Fei's words. Each of them picked only a small pile and then walked out of the mushroom circle.
After finishing all this, Meng Fei looked at his mobile phone. It was almost noon and time to eat.
Before going up the mountain, Meng Fei specially brought more than ten steamed buns and more than ten bags of pickled mustard tubers. In fact, the real life in the mountains is like this. Eat a full meal in the morning and go into the mountains early, have a bite of steamed buns and pickles at noon, and then go home for a good meal after the harvest in the evening.
Because there were so many people, Meng Fei also brought a small frying pan and some simple seasonings this time.
If only Bear Grylls and Derek Aldridge were going up the mountain, he wouldn't have to prepare so much. After all, those two great gods are the kind of people who dare to eat even poop. It doesn't matter to them whether it tastes good or not, as long as it is nutritious.
But Liu Lao and Er Ye are also accompanying them, and their bodies cannot withstand such hardship, so the quality of the food must be improved.
"Everyone, take a break. You've been walking in the mountains for a whole morning. You must be exhausted. I'll prepare lunch so that everyone can replenish their energy."
As he spoke, Meng Fei began to get busy.
He first found several large stones nearby and piled them up into a semicircular stove. He then picked up a handful of pine needles from the ground and spread them on the bottom. Then he placed several pine cones on top and started to light a fire to cook.
"Brother Meng! You are going to burn the pine cones as firewood. What a waste. I'll go pick up some dry firewood for you." Seeing that Meng Fei was going to use pine cones as firewood, Long Jian said reluctantly.
"Yes, yes, you risked your life to pick these pine cones from the trees. It would be a shame to waste them. I will also help you collect firewood. It will be quick." Old Liu also stood up and prepared to collect firewood.
Seeing that the two were going to help, Bear Grylls and Democracy got up to help as well since it was not convenient for them to just sit and rest.
Only the second master was resting calmly under a big tree, with a smile on his face.
Seeing this, Meng Fei quickly stopped everyone and said with a smile.
"Oh, everyone misunderstood. This pine cone contains a lot of oil, which is very good fuel. But don't worry, not only did I not waste it, but I made full use of it. Come on, everyone come back and rest. You will know in a while, believe me."
After hearing Meng Fei's words, everyone returned to their original positions to rest in disbelief, and watched Meng Fei light the fire.
"Click"
Meng Fei took out a lighter and lit the pine needles at the bottom.
The moment the flame touched the pine needles, it instantly burned like dry firewood and ignited.
As the pine cones above continued to burn, the pine oil in their bodies began to slowly seep out, making crackling sounds.
With the help of pine oil, the fire began to grow bigger and bigger. Seeing this, Meng Fei quickly pressed the pot on top, which suppressed the momentum of the flames.
Then Meng Fei poured a little soybean oil into the pot, and when the oil temperature rose, he poured all the washed mushrooms into the pot.
For a moment, there was a crackling sound in the pot. The boiling hot oil and the fresh mushrooms collided with each other, and countless oil droplets burst out and splashed everywhere.
Meng Fei held the spatula and kept stirring the food with skillful and quick movements, ensuring that every mushroom was evenly heated.
As Meng Fei continued to stir-fry, an enticing aroma emanated from the pot and gradually spread around, making everyone swallow their saliva.
However, the deliciousness is not just that. The black pine cones that were roasted under the pot also began to emit a unique pine scent. It was a very strange smell, not as pungent as pine oil, but instead had a light sweet smell that made people feel refreshed after smelling it.
Seeing that it was almost done, Meng Fei put the pot aside and used a wooden stick to pull out several pine cones from the fire.
At this time, the originally green pine cones had been roasted black, like charcoal.
"Oh, Meng! Are you sure this is edible?" Uncle De curled his lips in disgust.
Meng Fei did not answer, but smiled mysteriously, then raised his foot and stepped towards a pine cone.
The next second, the pine cones were crushed to pieces, and at the same time, pine nuts emitting hot heat were revealed.
Although some pine nuts are roasted black on the edges, it does not affect their eating quality and the kernels inside are still intact.
Meng Fei squatted down, picked up all the pine nuts and distributed them to everyone.
Looking at the roasted pine nuts in their hands emitting an enticing aroma, everyone's eyes showed anticipation and they hurriedly tightened their mouths.
The next second, everyone was stunned, with surprise in their eyes.
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