Someone summed up a sentence -----The greatest joy in life is to sleep until you wake up naturally and count money until your hands cramp.
There was a wolf king standing guard outside, so Yan Murong didn't worry too much. When he opened his eyes again, the sky was already bright.
This is the case in the mountains, especially in the mountains that are similar to virgin forests. Even in summer, it usually gets dark at five or six o'clock, and the light gets bright at seven or eight o'clock in the morning.
I took out my cell phone, which had no signal and could only be used as a watch, and looked at it. It was already past eight in the morning.
Looking around, Yan Murong found that Zhao Chen was not around.
Damn it, this heartless woman won’t leave on her own, right?
Yan Murong rolled over and got up from the ground, feeling very anxious - she was really tired yesterday, beating bears and kicking wolves. Who could die like this? If this woman was snatched away by a wolf
, how can I explain to Zhao Xi when I go back?
As soon as he opened the tent, Yan Murong was stunned.
Zhao Xi was fine, he didn't run around, and he wasn't picked up by a wolf - he was sitting on the ground eating ham sausage and steamed buns. Moreover, the wolf king was also squatting on the ground, poking his head there, and it seemed that he was also there.
Eat something.
It's okay if you don't run around.
Yan Murong breathed a sigh of relief, picked up his backpack and was about to eat something before heading out, but found that the few steamed buns and two packages of ham sausages in his bag were all gone.
"Where's the food?" Yan Murong looked at Zhao Chen and asked.
"I'm eating." Zhao Chen glanced at Yan Murong, tore the steamed bun with his fingers and ate it in small bites.
"I saw you were eating," Yan Murong said. "Where did the rest of the food go? There should be three steamed buns and a pack of ham left."
Zhao Chen said nothing and pointed at the Wolf King.
Looking along Zhao Chen's fingers, Yan Murong was stunned.
There were a bunch of red packaging scattered on the ground in front of the Wolf King. Yan Murong knew this, it was the wrapping paper of ham sausage - but what was the white residue on the ground? The crumbs of the steamed buns? And the Wolf King happened to be there too.
After eating, he watched Yan Murong stretch out his red tongue and lick it, his tail wagging happily.
"Did you feed it ham sausage?" Yan Murong asked, pointing to a pile of wrapping paper with tooth marks on the ground.
This beast actually knows how to tear off the wrapping paper before eating it.
"Feed it." Zhao Chen said. "What? Are you allowed to eat but not allowed to eat it? It is still alive after all, and it will be hungry - it stood guard outside for us all night, eating
What's wrong with you ordering ham sausage?"
"Nothing." Yan Murong smiled bitterly.
"Just eat it. I didn't say not to give it to it." Looking at the white crumbs on the ground again, Yan Murong asked uncertainly. "Is that a steamed bun?"
"Yes." Zhao Chen stuffed the last piece of steamed bun into his mouth, rubbed his messy hair, and said with a strange look on his face. "I think there is less ham, so I guess it is not full, so I just left the rest.
I gave it the steamed buns - tell me, is it really a wolf?"
"Nonsense, what is it if it's not a wolf?"
"That's strange." Zhao Chen raised his little face and asked with confusion. "It's a wolf, but why does it eat steamed buns?"
"-----" Yan Murong really wanted to strangle this woman who was missing a string in her head.
How do I know why it eats steamed buns? Even if you think it's not full, why should you feed it steamed buns? ------Looking at the backpack with only some tools left,
Yan Murong's nose was sore ----- she wanted to cry!
What's going on? It's okay to give her half of his dry food, but before she gets up, this woman actually feeds the remaining rations to the wolves.
And ----- and that damn wolf. Yan Murong thought angrily.
You just eat ham sausage, why the hell do you still eat steamed buns? You are a carnivore, okay? Don’t be so unscrupulous, okay?
"Zhao Chen." Yan Murong looked at Zhao Chen and shouted seriously.
"Huh? What's wrong?" Zhao Chen was stunned by Yan Murong's serious expression, and immediately looked around cautiously - although she seemed fine now, Yan Murong scared her quite a bit yesterday.
Murong's expression and tone made her think there was no danger.
"Are you full?" Yan Murong asked.
"I'm full." Zhao Chen nodded and asked doubtfully, "What do you want to say?"
"Hey!" Yan Murong sighed before saying, "I want to say, I haven't eaten yet."
"Then you -----" Zhao Chen stopped mid-sentence, looked at his almost empty backpack, and suddenly understood.
"I-----I forgot." Zhao Chen looked at Yan Murong helplessly and explained apologetically. "I was hungry even when I saw it, so I gave him all the rest.
I forgot that there is such a person as you."
"-----" Yan Murong was speechless, and the corners of her eyes were beating wildly.
Forgot! She said she forgot that there was such a person as herself - even she was worried that the beast would be hungry, but she actually forgot that there was such a person as herself.
Yan Murong felt aggrieved and wanted to cry---in comparison, the old man was better.
At least the old man will not forget himself - although the old man often eats all the meat and only keeps the vegetables for himself, at least he still has something to eat.
"Why don't you drink some water?" Seeing Yan Murong's face change, Zhao Chen suggested with a guilty conscience. "You are a doctor, you should also know that people can skip meals, but
It’s impossible not to drink water, but luckily the water is still there.”
Slowly exhaling a breath of turbid air, Yan Murong looked at the Wolf King who was licking his tongue after eating and drinking, and said, "Go, catch a rabbit for me."
"Woo!" The wolf king, who had almost become a spirit, tilted his head and looked at Yan Murong, his wolf face full of doubts.
"What are you pretending to be?" Yan Murong shouted angrily. "Don't say you don't understand human language - you ate all my food, then go and catch a rabbit for me."
Seeing Yan Murong angry and remembering how badly he was kicked last night, the Wolf King immediately shrank his neck, turned around and ran towards the woods.
"What do you want a rabbit for?" Zhao Chen asked doubtfully.
"-----" Yan Murong said nothing.
Regarding this heartless woman, Yan Murong really didn't want to say another word to her, and was thinking about how to get her back - or else, be more brutal, knock her out and fight her back?
Just as he was thinking about it, he saw that the Wolf King had run back. To Yan Murong's disappointment, he didn't catch the rabbit at all. Instead, he had a branch in his mouth, and there were three or five red little ones hanging on the branch.
Fist-sized fruit.
"Oh, there is fruit." Zhao Chen suddenly became happy when he saw the fruit, but Yan Murong's eyelids twitched.
This bastard, after eating two steamed buns, he really thinks he is a vegetarian wolf? He asked Ya to catch rabbits, and Ya went to pick some fruits and came back.
Wait, fruit?
Yan Murong suddenly reacted, looked up, and saw Zhao Chen wiping the red fruit with his own clothes and about to stuff it into his mouth.
"Don't eat it." Yan Murong was shocked, picked up a small stone on the ground and threw it out, just in time to knock away the fruit that Zhao Chen just brought to his mouth before he could take a bite.