Northeast Golden Gradient Treats My Home as a Confinement Center

Chapter 47 I want to eat meat!

Old Deng left the village and returned to the mountains. He hurried back to write an application report for Shen Xing, and held a meeting with his colleagues to discuss the plan for the Huling branch station.

Before leaving, he asked Shen Xing what was in the small medicine bottle. Shen Xing evaded the question by saying it was an external injury medicine used in the zoo, which he bought online. Only then did Old Deng give up his curiosity.

Shen Dahai tried to keep Lao Deng, saying that they had not yet eaten the deer meat that Tiger Mom had given them last time, so he said, "Don't be in a hurry to leave, old friend. Stay one night and we can both drink a few cups of Erguotou and try the wild deer meat stewed by my wife."

When Old Deng heard this, his face turned green. I'm a forest ranger, and you, Shen Dahai, want me to eat wild game? Is this something a human being can do!

Besides, the wild deer are used by the mother tiger to provide nutrition for the little tiger. You, Shen Dahai and your family are the lifesavers of the little tiger. It would be fine if you just ate them, but you also took me along. What if the tigress smells the deer in my mouth and knows that I have robbed her cub’s food, she will eat me in one bite!
Uncle Shen, you are harming me!

Old Deng immediately shook off Shen Dahai's big rough hand and left Shen Xing's house without looking back.

"What's wrong with Old Deng? The deer meat tastes so good, but he actually doesn't like it?" Shen Dahai was puzzled.

He shouted at the figure in jungle camouflage uniform:
"Old buddy, if you don't like eating muntjac, just say hello. We still have Tiger Mom's elk meat today!"

The camouflage figure walked faster, walking and running at the same time, and finally ran out of the village entrance and disappeared.

Shen Xing laughed in his heart and couldn't help but praise:

"Stationmaster Deng is a principled person. He's a pretty good guy."

Lao Deng is a forest ranger. He has his own beliefs and takes it as his responsibility to protect the wild animals in the mountains. He has persisted in this mission for more than 30 years, never forgetting his original intention and always being consistent. This quality is very commendable.

"Meow~" At this moment, the fat lynx meowed at Shen Xing. It stared at the corpse of the elk, drooling greedily.

Tiger Mom’s best friend is hungry.

"Hold it, don't eat it."

Shen Xing frowned, glared at it and said fiercely.

He is not a tiger mom, he will not indulge the little leopard. He is already fat as a ball, and he still wants to eat? Eat shit!

"Meow meow~" The fat lynx felt a little aggrieved. He lowered his fat head, curled up his body, and buried his head under his furry belly.

The little tiger cub cried "Awooo" and ran towards its little lynx aunt. It put its two front legs on the fat lynx and licked the fat lynx's nose with its pink tongue.

Shen Xing took a look and was amused by the little tiger cub.

Xiaotian is a guy who knows how to comfort people.

But then, the tiger cub’s “words” made him so angry that he went straight to grab the stick.

"Ow!"

"Ow!"

"Ah..." Suddenly, a pair of big hands grabbed the back of the tiger cub's neck and strangled its throat. The tiger cub raised his head and met Shen Xing's smiling eyes and malicious smile. He felt a chill in his heart and his body couldn't help but shiver.

"Ah? Why aren't you ah? I let you ah! I let you say bad things about me!"

Like a magic trick, Shen Xing took out a thin and long branch from behind him, and with a "snap", he hit the tiger cub's furry butt.

"Ouch!" The little tiger cub screamed in pain and struggled in Shen Xing's hands.

"Still being stubborn? Master Tiger, who taught you that? You little tiger, you act like a big boss in front of me every day!" Shen Xing was so angry that he laughed.

"Bang", another stick!

"Awoo, awoo, awoo, awoo..." Feeling the severe pain on his butt, the little tiger cub whimpered and was almost crying. He couldn't stop howling and communicating with Shen Xing mentally. It was the big ram who taught him. Go find it, don't hit me!
The big ram next door poked its head out of the sheepfold and bleated continuously with a somewhat evasive look in its eyes.

Shen Xing sneered. How could the big ram, a coward who was always bullying in his den, have the guts to lead this guy astray? Would he dare? Should he peel off his sheepskin and make a sheepskin coat? Should he remove his bones and make mutton soup!
This is Xiaotian’s nature!
"Snap!" Another stick came down, hitting the little tiger cub, who cried out loudly.

The fat lynx stared with its big eyes, curled up into a ball, buried its head in its fur, leaving only a pair of eyeballs exposed, "Meow meow~"

The fat lynx was shaking, not daring to move, and suddenly it felt a little regretful.

The couple Shen Dahai and Li Xue helplessly watched their son teach the little tiger a lesson. Although they felt sympathy, they also knew that their son would not kill the cub and would at most just gently whip it a few times, so they did not stop him. This little tiger was indeed a little bully and needed to be beaten a few times.

If something bad happens later, it will be troublesome.

The little tiger cub cried "Awoo awoo~" and looked at Shen Dahai and Li Xue for help, his cry sounding pitiful.

"Oh, the water heater seems to be broken. I'll go fix it."

"This elk meat needs to be cleaned up, otherwise it will go bad."

Shen Dahai and Li Xue pretended not to see it and went about their own business. When the little tiger cub saw them leaving, it howled even louder.

With nothing to do one afternoon, Shen Xing made a simple nest for the fat lynx in the warehouse and covered it with a layer of dry straw to make the nest clean and comfortable.

It was soon time for dinner, and considering the little lynx's overweight, Shen Xing specially prepared a menu for it.

The fat lynx sniffed the yellow and green lumps in the stainless steel basin. There was no smell of blood or meat. It covered the basin with one paw and pushed it aside, refusing to eat anything.

"Meow, meow!" The little lynx cried with a bit of grievance.

The fat lynx told Shen Xing with his eyes, I want to eat meat!
"Why? You don't like carrots and broccoli? If you don't eat them, you'll be hungry."

Shen Xing squatted down, chewed the muntjac's leg with one hand, took a bite, and did not forget to shake it in front of the fat lynx.

"Awooo!" The little tiger cub burped after drinking the milk.

(End of this chapter)