Raising Cubs in Another World

The headband was still tied to the soft hair of some tsundere little wolf cub.

Because she hadn't reached the crown yet, Song Ning simply pulled her hair back, smoothed it out, wrapped the headband three times, hooked it over the top and pulled it tight, then tied her hair obediently.

Bo Le flicked the tail of his hair, narrowed his eyes slightly, and then returned to a calm look, looking quite satisfied.

After getting along for such a short time, Song Ning found that even if the little wolf cub turned into a human form, the tacit understanding between the two was still there. As soon as he stretched and waved his arms, the little wolf cub said, "Want to cook?"

"It's okay, I can't do it after all." Song Ning raised his bandaged right hand and said with a smile that he was not in a bad mood.

The man can still laugh at this time, Pole doesn't know how to comment, he can only say that he is really big.But after all, he scratched himself, and Bo Le felt that he should take on the responsibility of cooking.

"Otherwise, I'll cook today." He was a little hungry.

Song Ning stared at him for a few seconds, then asked in surprise, "Really?"

Bo Le nodded heavily. The man obviously didn't believe it, so he had to make it for the man to see.

A few minutes later, the two appeared in the kitchen at the same time.

Song Ning moved a vegetable basket in front of Bo Le, and said, "This is Chinese cabbage, this is peas, this is lentils...and this is water tofu, you can make a soup first, and there are several kinds of ingredients in it." Yes, it depends on how you match it. There is also another meat dish, here, this is bacon, if you don’t like this clear soup, you can use bacon to make a thick soup, you can add potatoes or pumpkin, etc., you have to... ..."

"Stop, do you want to do a lot?" Bo Le interrupted Song Ning's chatter.

Song Ning smacked his lips, showing a look of anticipation: "The main reason is that you want to do it, and I am looking forward to it."

Bo Le: "..." Why does it feel like the man is tricking him.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Song Ning frowned and said, "You probably don't know how to do it."

"I can." Bole replied immediately, how could a boy answer no.

"That's fine." Song Ning nodded, walked leisurely to the table, pulled out a chair and sat down, leaning back against the cushion on the back seat.He put on the cushion as soon as it got cold, otherwise it would be so uncomfortable to sit on the hard chair with the cold air in the winter.

Bole withdrew his gaze, and turned his attention to the ingredients in front of him. After the introduction just now, he basically understood all of them, but he really didn't know how to use them together.

This is his first time in the kitchen.

He recalled how Song Ning usually cooks, the first thing is to make a fire.He squatted down and looked at the square door under the stove, and there was still some ashes inside that hadn't been cleaned.He stared at it for two seconds, then shifted his gaze to the pile of firewood next to him. Song Ning would basically place three or four bundles of firewood as thick as an arm ring, but there was no flint and steel on it.

He got up and went to the cabinet by the stone wall, took out the flint inside, went to the stove and squatted down, took four pieces of thicker dry wood and one two sizes smaller, and took them out again. Grab a handful of dead leaves from the wooden basket next to it.Throw the dry firewood in first, and then put the dead leaves in the middle of the dry firewood.

"Tch-tch--"

Hitting two flints, the flints gave off beautiful golden sparks, and with a prick, the dead leaves emitted fine smoke. He continued to strike a few times until he saw flames coming out of the dead leaves.

After waiting for a while, the flame gradually grew bigger and began to ignite the dry firewood next to him. Then he got up and looked in Song Ning's direction with satisfaction. very satisfied.

Turning his attention back to the ingredients again, he first picked up a Chinese cabbage and weighed it. It was about twice the size of his palm. He didn't know what to do with it. Song Ning gave two choices, clear soup Compared with thick soup, he still prefers thick soup, so he put the Chinese cabbage back in the basket.

He picked up two potatoes and began to peel them.

After a difficult and bumpy process, the palm-sized potato turned into the size of a ping-pong ball, with pits and hollows, which is really appalling.Song Ning pursed her lips lightly, and swallowed back the smile that was about to overflow.

Laugh out loud?I'm afraid it's not to make the little wolf cub angry.

But this didn't affect Pole at all. After washing the potatoes with satisfaction, he picked up the kitchen knife and began to cut them into thin slices?Or dices?Naturally, it is diced, but thin slices are quite stressful for him.

After the potatoes were cut, it was the bacon's turn. When he picked up the bacon and was about to cut it, Song Ning couldn't help but said, "Lele, the bacon needs to be washed first."

Bo Le, who was swinging the knife, paused in the air, and the white-glowing blade crossed a ray of light and stopped in the air. He turned his head to look at Song Ning, and Song Ning nodded firmly, "If you don't wash it, there will be a smell, which will affect the taste."

"Oh." Bole responded, putting down the kitchen knife to wash the bacon.

The bacon is also cut into cubes, which are smaller than potatoes. This was naturally suggested by Song Ning. The reason is: this way the taste will be more intense.Bole naturally chooses to believe, and he can be suspicious in other aspects, but Song Ning is definitely right in terms of food.

After finishing these, Bo Le wanted to prepare the ingredients for another dish, but was interrupted by Song Ning.

"Make the soup first, so as to save time." At this point, Song Ning was completely sure that Bo Le was a rookie, obviously the kind of rookie who had never even been in the kitchen, and he cut vegetables in his daily life. It's a pity that it's stiff and unskilled, and the movements are clumsy and... cute.

"Add two spoonfuls of water. When the water boils, add potatoes and bacon. After it boils, add a little salt and pepper. Here, this is pepper." Song Ning has already come to Pole's side, pointing to the bottle One of the bottles and jars, "Then while the water is boiling, you process the ingredients for another dish, first cut the tofu, cut the tofu into two fingers wide and two finger thick, soak it in water and filter it, and then prepare the sauce. "

He spoke clearly and in detail, and Bo Le, who had no idea what to do next, immediately found a sense of rhythm, and looked at Song Ning gratefully.There was not much emotion on Song Ning's face, it was still so peaceful and gentle, and the faint smile in Tao Hua's eyes brightened his whole being.

Bo Le turned his eyes away and continued with the action at hand. After being guided, his speed was much faster than at the beginning. Song Ning looked at his busy figure, and the vitality that belonged to young people was perfectly displayed in Bo Le's body.

He suddenly felt a little jealous.

What if he was ten years younger.

It should be so serious.

……

The process was tortuous and difficult, but in the end Bole's dishes and soups were all done.

Tofu Soup with Bacon and Potatoes.

Just looking at the color is okay, I don't know if the taste can pass the test.

After Song Ning sat down, Bo Le diligently brought Song Ning's bowls and chopsticks, and filled him with a bowl of thick soup. The milky white noodle soup with a golden color was stirred with a spoon, and the aroma came to his face along with the heat.Bo Le took a deep breath. Although the taste was not as good as Song Ning's, it should be good.

He handed the soup to Song Ning, and watched Song Ning pick up the porcelain bowl with burning eyes, picked up the spoon with his slender fingers, stirred it twice, put it in his mouth, and did not move.

One second passed... two seconds... three seconds...

Song Ning finally raised his head to look at Bo Le with burning eyes, swallowed the thick soup in his mouth, and opened his mouth to speak when he was about to write a draft, when he was choked by the irritatingly salty soup.

"Cough cough cough..."

"Cough cough cough..."

Bo Le's burning gaze cooled down in an instant, and he hurriedly got up and walked over, patted Song Ning's back, and asked nervously, "Are you all right? Are you all right?"

There was an imperceptible tremor in his voice, he didn't expect to be so nervous.

Song Ning waved his hand, he just stopped and said in a low voice that it's all right, he immediately got up and poured himself a glass of plain water, and drank it with his head raised in a muffled voice.

Bo Leben let go of his tightly clenched palms due to nervousness. He knew what happened to Song Ning, he didn't choke on drinking too quickly, but was suffocated.

He sat back in his seat a little lowly, with his head bowed and he didn't want to speak.

The tingling saltiness in his throat was suppressed, Song Ning returned to the table, and comforted him: "Don't be discouraged, it's hard to control the amount of cooking for the first time, it's already great that you can do this. You know, when I was cooking for the first time, I almost burned the kitchen down, and my dad chased me down two alleys, it was horrible."

"You were almost salted to death." Bole retorted flatly.

"..." Song Ning paused in comforting words, and tried another way to comfort him, "There is another dish, I watched you cook this one the whole time, it must be delicious, I'll try it first. "

"Don't try..."

"Cough cough cough..."

Bo Le: "..." Come on, he doesn't want to hear any comforting words anymore.

After spitting out the sweet tofu, Song Ning was very puzzled, how did this guy Bole replace sugar with salt under his nose? If he didn't see the little guy's serious and meticulous appearance with his own eyes, he would Be suspicious of mischief.

Food cannot be eaten, but people still have to eat.

In the end, Song Ning made a large bowl of lotus root powder with nuts and dried osmanthus flowers for each of them. When the hot water was poured, Song Ning kept stirring until the lotus root powder became light pink, transparent and sticky.

Bole looked at the light yellow small petals floating in the light pink lotus root powder, with pumpkin kernels, almonds and walnut kernels underneath, and besides that, there were rose-red dried fruits. He didn't know if they were tomatoes, apricots or something else.

The smell was very fragrant, and it entered his nostrils and reached his stomach. He swallowed, and when he saw Song Ning handed him a milky white linen bag, it was heavy, and he smelled dried meat before he opened it.

It is pork jerky.Sesame.

His favorite flavor.

Song Ning said with a smile: "Stuff your stomach first, and I'll cook something delicious for you in the evening."

Bo Le was happy, but shook his head: "No, your wound cannot touch water."

In such freezing weather and the water temperature is so low, if Song Ning's wound touched such cold icy water, it would definitely be infected. It's not a big deal if the wound can't be treated in time, but it's terrible to be infected with wind and cold.He couldn't let Song Ning take such a big risk for his own gain.

Song Ning smiled and shook her head: "I don't touch the water. I'll cook noodles for you."

"Noodles?" Bo Le frowned and asked in a low voice.

"Yeah." Song Ning said, "It's just to dry the wet noodles made from the good noodles first. This kind of noodles not only retains the original nutrition, but also preserves them. It's good to have another bowl at any time."

Bo Le seemed to understand, but still nodded, as long as he didn't touch the water.

The author has something to say: In the future, if you kill him, you won't let the little wolf cub cook!