Raising Cubs in Another World

The dense thunder began to sound in the afternoon, accompanied by the spring rain that was as thin as a needle point and as light as a cow's hair, and it fell continuously amidst the thunder.The Chuwa horizontal ditches on the two couplets of the corridor began to accumulate rainwater, and the water curtains were scattered along the bottom.Ning stood in the corridor, staring at the puddles of water that had accumulated on the surface of the pool with peach blossom eyes that were slightly upturned.

There were rippling ripples in the puddles, and even the reflected clouds were shaking precariously.

He tucked up the folds of his sleeves, the water splashed on the ground wet the toes of his shoes, put on his coir raincoat and bamboo hat, picked up the bamboo basket and carried them on his back, Song Ning dived into the rain and walked towards the back of the mountain.He stopped and walked, looking at this familiar narrow path, filled with emotion in his heart.

The place where the oregano grass grows is at the foot of the mountain. He saw the little wolf cub there. The appearance of the little wolf cub at that time is vivid in his memory.He still remembered the feeling of wrapping the little guy in fur and holding him in his arms to keep him warm. The little guy was motionless, even his breathing was undetectable.

When I think of this, I think of the little guy who is still sleeping at home. It has only been a few months, and he is almost as tall as him.

The path washed by the rain was not easy for the mud doll to walk. Song Ning put his weight on his heels, took a big stride, stabilized his figure, and then took another step forward. Soon his figure was halfway up the mountain.Instead of looking for Uncle Liu, he bypassed Uncle Liu's house and went to the rear.

At the back of the mountainside, there is a bamboo forest.

The bamboo forest is not big, and you can see the edge as far as you can see, and the distance from the beginning to the end is only a few hundred steps. Now that he is standing outside the bamboo forest, the rain has become more dense.This is the third rain in early spring.

The first game was just finished two days ago, spring jade moistens things, now is a good time to dig spring bamboo shoots.

Song Ning reached out to the bamboo basket, and took out a toothed sickle with a cold light on the edge of the middle bamboo basket. The soil of the bamboo forest was covered with a layer of decayed dead leaves, which were mixed with freshly fallen leaves. The washing of the rainwater presents a just right clear taste.

The smell was rare, Song Ning sniffled and took a deep breath of the air from the spring morning. Today is another day full of energy.

The bamboo shoots that Song Ning wants to dig are not fully grown, half of them are still buried in the soil, and only a small yellow bamboo shoot shell is exposed. Most of these are hidden under the rotten leaves, compact in the next to the bamboo.Song Ning's narrow and beautiful eyes stared sharply at a place where four bamboos grew closely together, and the soil below gathered into a small mini-hill, which was covered with a thick layer of fallen leaves and weeds.

Song Ning untied the bamboo basket, squatted down, stretched out his hand to wipe off the thick layer of rotten leaves on it, and found two small golden bamboo shoot shells hidden underneath as expected.His eyes were bright, and the curved part of the sickle in his hand was carefully submerged into the soil around the bamboo shoot shells. After soaking in the rain, the soil was loose, and he dug it without any effort.

As it goes down, the color of the bamboo shoots becomes brighter and brighter, and the bamboo shoots are tightly connected from the tip to the round.That's great, Song Ning thought.

The next moment, he held the bamboo shoots involuntarily, and snapped them off clockwise. The crisp sound sounded like a melody. Song Ning bent his eyebrows, looked at the white and tender flesh of the bamboo shoots, and muttered in satisfaction: " Not bad, good sign."

Throwing the bamboo shoots into the bamboo basket, he started digging on the other side, where a plump spring bamboo shoot was also buried.

The rain was still pattering down. When Song Ning stood up again, the soles of his feet suddenly slipped, and he leaned forward. Half of the bamboo was in front of him. The mouth of the bamboo was extremely sharp. If he was stabbed, it would hurt for a while time.

His mind was blank, thinking whether to turn into a beast to escape, at this moment, a shadow flew over, his wrists hanging in the air were shackled, and the leaning forward figure stopped, a strong force And the powerful force pulled his whole body backward.

The next moment, Song Ning felt his back hit a shriveled wall of flesh. The owner of the wall of flesh tightly grasped his arm with his wrist, and the other hand held his waist. Together, we couldn't tell each other's breathing.

bang bang bang-

It was the sound of a beating heart. Song Ning took a deep breath and turned her head. Out of the corner of her eye, she met a pair of blue eyes stained with worry. The next moment, the cheeks of the owner of the blue eyes showed an unnatural blush.

Song Ning hurriedly got up and asked worriedly, "Did you get out of breath? Did you hit somewhere?"

He hugged Bo Le's shoulders and observed carefully. His coir raincoat was touching Bo Le's chest. Now Bo Le's chest was covered with water, a large area was wet.Other than that, his face was a little red and his breathing was a little heavy, but there were no other problems.He was relieved, and he was dissatisfied with his behavior just now and complained in a low voice: "Why did you rush over here, what if you hurt yourself."

Bo Le pursed his lips and retorted: "I just reacted subconsciously."

Song Ning shook his head.

"Why did you follow me, and you didn't tell me?" He had already noticed the footsteps behind him, and the footsteps were very familiar. He didn't need to listen carefully to know who it was, but he just wondered when the little guy would show up .

It's alright now, he couldn't pretend to be aggressive, instead he made an embarrassment in front of the little guy.

Bole twisted his eyes awkwardly, and his eyes drifted to other places, and he said, "I just want to see what you are going to do." At the end, he added, "I just didn't expect that you would be so careless."

Song Ning rolled his eyes and said, "I didn't expect the mud to be so slippery. I lost my focus and I lost my focus. But I still want to thank our family, Lele. If it wasn't for Lele, I would definitely fall in pain."

"Stop talking." Bole twitched the corners of his mouth, "Do you need my help?"

"We've almost dug them out, let them continue to grow well." Song Ning looked at the bamboo forest and said with deep eyes.

Bo Le didn't object to this, he looked at the spring bamboo shoots in the bamboo basket, there were quite a lot of them, he calculated the amount of food for him and Song Ning, it was more than enough.

Lifting the bamboo basket, he voluntarily carried it on his back.

"Let's go back."

……

On the road.

"I'm going to make hot and sour noodles with bamboo shoots, do you want to eat it?"

"Is it very spicy?" Bo Le was hesitant. He has never been very good at spicy food, but Song Ning likes it, and every time he would add more than double the amount of hot sauce to the level of spiciness he ate.

He also knew that Song Ning had dried a lot of dried peppers in the rain a few days ago.

"Then I'll make you a hot and sour sliced ​​noodle that's not very spicy."

Song Ning frowned, rubbed his chin with his thumb, and didn't notice Bo Le's vague look at him. He was thinking about what ingredients to add.There doesn't seem to be much dry material in the house.He should prepare more, since he will leave here after the sacrificial ceremony, it seems that he can't prepare too much, or he won't be able to take away the trouble.

He was wandering outside, and with Bo Le by his side, he started to drift when he was walking. He stepped in mid-air several times in a daze, and almost slipped. : "I'm pulling you."

"Hey, it's Lao Lele." Song Ning smiled at him indifferently.

But being reminded by Bole, he didn't continue to think about it. His eyes fell on Bole's sleeve. A piece of the cuff was frayed, and the cotton thread was pulled out.

Recently, Bo Le would get up before dawn to practice martial arts every day, even earlier than him, a farmer.After practicing for an hour, he would carry water by himself, boil the water, and have a sacred morning bath, during which Song Ning was not allowed to enter.

Hmph, how stingy, Song Ning thought to himself, he still doesn't want to see this little guy whose nipples haven't grown up yet.However, the little guy's fair skin has turned into an attractive honey color after being honed during this period of time, and the muscles covering the skeleton are also more explosive than before, with a slender figure, straight legs, and a walking clothes hanger alive .

It's time for him to prepare new clothes for Pole.

Still, it felt good to be led home by the little one.

The two came back after climbing mountains and wading through water. Both of them went back to their rooms and changed into clean clothes.Then the two looked at each other and smiled, hugged the bamboo basket and went back to the kitchen.

Song Ning directed Bo Le to fetch spring water, and he began to peel the bamboo shoots by himself.

The thinner the shell of the spring bamboo shoots, the better, and the whiter the meat, the better. Such spring bamboo shoots taste crispy, sweet and delicious. You only need to sip some water, and then dip them in sauce and vinegar to whet your appetite and go well with rice.

However, besides being simple and rude, Song Ning prefers to use craftsmanship to turn unpretentious ingredients into noble existence.

This kind of delicacy can show his talent, and Bo Le has always been impressed by him.

The mountain spring was originally at the foot of the back mountain, and every time it was fetched, he had to run a long way. Song Ning thought it was troublesome, so he made a bamboo ladder to divert water from the foot of the mountain to the backyard. Pole only needed to fetch water from the backyard.

He came back with two buckets of water, and Song Ning had already peeled the spring bamboo shoots.

Song Ning squatted on a small wooden stool, lazily slackening his shoulders, resting his elbows on his knees, holding the fat bamboo shoots with one hand, and pulling the bamboo shoots with the other, and throwing the torn bamboo shoots into the water basin.When he saw Pole come back, he said without raising his head, "Pour water quickly."

Bo Le went over with the bucket, fetched the wooden ladle, and started scooping water from the wooden bucket to the water basin. The bamboo shoots that were quietly staying in the basin floated on the water after rolling a few times in the basin under the impact of the mountain spring. swing.

Bole stared at it for a while, then asked puzzledly, "What are you doing?"

"Preparing bamboo shoots."

Bo Le: "..." He didn't ask this question.

"What I'm asking is, is there any meaning in this soaked water?" He poked the bamboo shoots soaked in the water and diverted.

"Ah, you asked this." Song Ning suddenly realized, and explained: "Actually, it's nothing, just filter it to remove the excess astringency, but the taste of spring bamboo shoots is sweet, and the astringency is generally difficult to taste. I just It’s just the pursuit of perfection, so I did the filtering operation.”

Bo Le nodded, and echoed: "It's no loss that it's Brother Song." The ability to brag has never fallen.

At this time, Song Ning's bamboo shoots were also torn. He washed his hands gracefully, stood up from the stool gracefully, picked up the apron placed by the stove and tied it, and began to fold up the sleeves with his slender fingers. , revealing a round and beautiful arm covered with muscles, blinking at Pole and saying:

"Let's meet face to face!"