Raising Cubs in Another World

Song Ning raised his head and met Shang Bole's blue eyes. There was a faint bottomless light in his eyes, which came from the shrinking of his dark brown eyes. He subconsciously folded his hands cautiously and asked lightly.

"What's wrong?"

Bole just looked at him quietly.

At this moment, Song Ning seemed to have returned to the day when Bo Le just turned into a human body. He concealed the fact that his hand was injured. To strip out his inner thoughts is like an obsession to see his body and mind.

He sighed slightly, and stepped forward to take Bo Le's hand, because he was negligent just now.Bole is a sensitive child who has no family by his side, wanders alone in a foreign country, and has been severely hurt by others. Now the only thing he can rely on is him, a familiar stranger.

They should not be regarded as strangers. They know each other's names, live together, and sleep together...

Um, no, I thought about it.

So he teased him honestly and honestly, which made Bo Le feel insecure.This is his fault.

"I was wrong." Song Ning thought that he should admit when he did something wrong.

Bole narrowed his ice-blue eyes, made a puzzled expression, and said, "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Ah, that's it." Song Ning patted the back of his head with one hand slightly annoyed, "Then to put it another way, did you stop me just now to discuss some philosophy of life with me?"

Another bunch of fallacies... Bo Le pursed his lips, and when he saw the man turning back into a hippie smile, he knew that it was useless to think too much. If the man didn't tell him or show it to him, he didn't know anything. Now that he can show such a real side to him, what else can he think about.

When did he become so greedy.

Bo Le, who suddenly blamed himself, glanced at his mouth aggrievedly, and said in a muffled voice, "Actually, it's my fault."

"Huh?" Song Ning was confused.

——But, Song Ning, who was waiting for the next word, looked at Bo Le after saying this, turned his head stubbornly, and stepped out again to walk down the path down the mountain.

Tsk, is it really okay to leave him alone to feel uneasy?

Song Ning thought bitterly.

"What do you want to eat tonight?" Song Ning ran forward and pulled Bo Le's hand. The cold touch of the fingertips came from the palm of his hand, but Song Ning still held it tightly.

Bo Le wanted to break free but couldn't, so he had no choice but to give up. Facing Song Ning's appearance of changing the subject so forcefully but careful to please him, his heart warmed up again.

"I didn't think about it," he said honestly.

If she is still willing to answer him, then it proves that the matter is not serious. Song Ning breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I can't figure it out. Let's eat roasted whole lamb tonight."

Bo Le: "..." I eat myself?

"Are you sure?" He looked up at Song Ning.

Song Ning not only had a calm face, but also showed a look of eagerness in his eyes, as if he was very interested in the matter of roasting the whole lamb.

Isn't there such a taboo?

If he was asked to eat wolf meat, he would definitely not eat it.Pole thought.

"The roasted whole lamb is so delicious, it would be a pity not to eat it." Song Ning became excited, "My favorite is the cumin flavor, and the torn pieces of meat are topped with a layer of honey sauce. Forget all your sorrows and troubles.”

"You really don't want to?" At the end, he asked again.

miss you.

So, Bole nodded and agreed with his idea.

The two went down the mountain happily. Song Ning went to the butcher first, and began to choose black goats. The meat of black goats was elastic but not woody, and had less fat than ordinary domestic sheep. It was one of his first choices for roasting goats.He specially picked one with strong limbs, but not very fat, only about a few dozen catties, too big for two people to eat and waste.

When he came back after dragging the sheep, he saw Bo Le coming out of his room, holding a stack of quilts in his hands.

Song Ning looked up, and saw Bo Le holding a quilt twice his size cutely, but the hand holding the goat was loosened, and the whole goat fell desolately on the snow, but neither of them was hurt. to manage.

He stepped forward and said, "What are you doing?"

Bo Le said lightly: "I plan to move to the next room."

"My house was fine, so why did I move?" Song Ning scratched her head, trying to figure it out.

Poller said: "The bed is too narrow to sleep comfortably."

"It seems that I didn't think carefully, but I haven't taken care of the guest room next door. I'll tidy it up for you at night. You can move there tomorrow." Song Ning said, wanting to pick up Bo Le's arms quilt.

But Bo Le turned him sideways and refused, hiss... Song Ning felt that he had suffered [-] points of damage due to the power of the refusal.

"Don't bother Brother Song, I decided to move in this morning, so when you are busy in the backyard, I will take care of the guest room myself." Bo Le pursed his lips and reminded Song Ning, "That... The goat is still on the ground."

"Ah, oh oh, then I'll go prepare the ingredients for the roast goat." After that, he carried the goat again, and walked quickly towards the kitchen as if fleeing, without seeing the icy and clear glass of Bole behind him. A light flashed in his eyes.

When they came to the kitchen, Song Ning's mind was still wandering.

He couldn't figure out why Bole suddenly chose to change rooms. Could it be that he really just thought the bed was too small?His bed is two meters wide, which is more than enough to accommodate two people. Isn't it too inferior to find this excuse that there are many contradictions.

So, what's the real reason?

Could it be that you don't like him stroking?

Song Ning could only think of this. On the first night when Bo Le recovered his human body, he politely asked Bo Le if he could become a human body, but Bo Le refused without hesitation.For this reason, he sadly ate an extra bowl of rice the next day.

Is it for this reason?

That's too sad.

Song Ning, who was sad and sad, didn't hear the footsteps of Bo Le. Bo Le leaned against the door, watching Song Ning's head drooping, not forgetting the appearance of handling the goat, and raised the corner of his mouth slightly.

It seems that the man is quite concerned about him.

But since he was reluctant, why didn't he keep him to live in the back room.

After thinking about it, he spoke: "Do you need my help?"

Song Ning withdrew her frustrated look and looked up at him, smiled and shook her head: "No, I'm almost done."

At this time, he was massaging the goat. Under his massage, the coarse salt gradually became finer as it passed through the temperature of his palms. The coarse grains gradually became round and smooth, and finally turned into a streak of water and penetrated into the skin.After more than half an hour of massaging, he walked to the washing table to wash his hands.

As Bo Le approached, he saw Song Ning returning from the washing station with an extra crock in his hand.The crock was sealed, so he couldn't smell what was inside, so he asked, "What is this?"

"Honey." Song Ning simply replied, and then asked, "Do you want some?"

Before Bole could refuse, he had already opened the sealing cover, stretched out his slender fingers to penetrate into the earthen jar, and when he came out again, his thumb was coated with a layer of golden sticky substance, which exuded an attractive smell. Sweet-scented osmanthus.It is conceivable that this bottle of honey is not just honey, but other things were added by Song Ning.

"Taste it quickly, it's about to fall off." Song Ning stretched out his finger in front of Bo Le, seeing that Bo Le was staring at his finger motionlessly, he hurriedly urged.

Bole's heart tightened, so he opened his mouth and sucked the finger in front of him. The sweet taste rushed into his taste buds, and with the warmth of his fingers, it slid into his throat. He was stunned...

"Cough cough cough..."

Song Ning withdrew his hand and smiled happily, "How about it, isn't it very sweet?"

"It's very sweet." After coughing, Bo Le made a calm parity.

"Although it is sweet, it is a very good choice to use it as one of the seasonings for honey sauce."

Honey in this world is a rarity. He found this small jar after going up the mountain several times to find it. The taste of mountain honey is actually not very good. It is sweet and sour. Bad experience of dry tongue.

So, he added boiled and filtered sucrose juice to this can of wild honey, and then added osmanthus petals to enhance the fragrance, and finally it became the mouthful of Bole just now.

Unexpectedly, under Song Ning's complacency, he received a sour word from Bo Le.

"Do you usually feed others honey like this?"

How is it possible, who can get such an honor, Song Ning immediately denied it, and said solemnly: "Lele, not everyone can taste my original honey."

Pole: "Oh."

A tone of obvious disbelief.

Song Ning felt that it was too difficult for herself, it was too difficult to make children happy every day! ! !

So he decided not to dwell on this topic anymore, and to serve the goat well is the real thing.

Honey smeared the whole body of the goat. Song Ning also prepared vanilla and dried oregano, stuffed them into the hollowed out lungs of the goat, and took out two thumb-thick iron needles to pass through the goat from head to tail. After the body, put it on the grill.

Then light the charcoal fire and start roasting the whole lamb.

The temperature around the charcoal fire rose rapidly, and the bright red charcoal fire made Song Ning sweat drip from his forehead. Song Ning took off his thick cotton coat and rolled up his hands. Under the light of the charcoal fire, his thin white arms looked like two Like a big white onion.

Bo Le sat next to Song Ning, and rolled up his sleeves to expose his arms.

He took a sneak peek and compared, Song Ning's arm looks thin and limp and weak, but if you look closely, the muscles covered by the slender arm are strong and powerful, and it is still more than enough to lift hundreds of kilograms.

On the other hand, his arm, because of the recent nurturing, has become white and tender, not to mention, it doesn't feel tough at all.With him like this, is he ashamed to let Song Ning exercise with him?

His eyes fell on the goat. The goat experienced the scorching heat of the charcoal fire, and with the embellishment of honey, it became golden and shiny, and the fragrance wafted out of it.Thinking of something, his eyes dimmed.

"Lele, take down the oil bowl next to me." At this moment, Song Ning's voice sounded.

"Okay." Bo Le responded, and picked up one of the three porcelain bowls on his right hand and handed it to Song Ning.

After a while, Song Ning's voice sounded again.

"Lele, help me get the soy sauce, just the third bowl."

"it is good."

After a while, Song Ning said again.

"Lele, go to the cabinet and get a pair of iron chopsticks. It's in the fifth compartment of the third cabinet on the left. Don't take it by mistake."

"……it is good."

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