Sure enough, a pile of fresh bamboo poles were piled up next to the wooden house.

Seeing so many bamboos, Qian Baobao was surprised.

She walked to the bamboo and reached out and pressed the bamboo.

These bamboo poles are green and hard, have good texture and are of excellent bamboo.

The thickness, thinness, length and length of bamboo poles are different.

Some bamboos are about twenty centimeters in diameter, while others are only ten centimeters, or even thinner.

"There are a lot of bamboo on the hillside, different in size. I don't know how thick you want, so I got some of each one. Look, do you still need it? I can still cut it."

Qian Baobao looked at the pile of bamboo poles and nodded with satisfaction.

"Jin Zi, these are enough. You make very good. The thicker ones can be used to make bamboo bowls and soup, and the thinner ones can be used to make soup spoons and water scoops."

The baby was very satisfied, and a gratified smile appeared on Jin Zi's face.

He felt that nothing could make him happier when he saw Qian Baobao's satisfied smile.

Over the years, he has lived alone, with joy and sorrow. But no happiness can be compared with the time he spent with his baby these few days.

If possible, he would rather live like this for the rest of his life.

But he also knew that this was impossible.

Qian Baobao drew several patterns on the ground, including bamboo bowls, bamboo chopsticks, and bamboo spoons.

Jin Zi stretched out his sharp claws and made the bamboo into what Qian Baobao wanted according to Qian Baobao's requirements.

Jin Zi's claws were very sharp and flexible. As his claws moved, waves of wood chips fell from the bamboo pole, and the wind blew, and it was blowing.

When Qian Baobao held the bamboo bowl and bamboo spoon made by Jin Zi in her hand, she couldn't help but be amazed.

"Jin Zi, your hands are so clever! The bamboo utensils I made are better than what I used when I was in my hometown!"

After being praised by Qian Baobao one after another, Jin Zi scratched the back of her head a little embarrassedly.

"Really...really? You...you like."

"Yes, I like it very much! Jin Zi, you are so great! Oh, by the way, the stone pot has been off for a long time, and the chicken soup is almost cold. Let's use this bamboo bowl to serve soup and meat today!"

The last spark under the stone pot gradually went out. Qian Baobao used a big bamboo spoon to put chicken soup into three bamboo bowls, then took out the two cooked pheasants inside and placed them on the lotus leaves.

The quiet bamboo bowl contains fragrant broth and a faint fragrance of bamboo.

The fragrant smell of chicken soup drifts around the wooden house, and a strong fragrance can be smelled within a radius of dozens of meters.

"Wow, it smells so good." Jin Zi looked at the chicken soup with oily flowers floating in the bamboo bowl and swallowed.

Next door, Han Che sat in his small wooden house and gnawed the raw wild boar meat, with a strong smell of blood spreading in his mouth.

Suddenly, he smelled a strong fragrance, as if it was the fragrance of food, as if it was coming from Qian Baobao's stone pot.

"Wow, it's so delicious! Baby, you're so amazing. I've never eaten such delicious chicken and never had such delicious soup!"

There were Jin Zi's surprise speech outside, and the sound of the tiger eating food.

Han Che frowned, couldn't help but quietly open a gap in the door and glanced out.

Next to the stone pot, Qian Baobao and Jin Zi were holding bamboo bowls in one hand and chicken legs in the other, and eating them was full of energy.

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