Forest Ranger: Help! A golden eagle cub is relying on me

Chen Chuan looked at the brand new courtyard in front of him. The heaviness in his heart caused by the hard work in recent days was actually diluted a lot by the silent "labor results" of this group of big guys. This unexpected surprise was a completely different feeling from the chaos he had expected.

The snow bunting in his palm seemed to feel the call of the sunlight outside. It flapped its wings gently. The weak force contrasted with its desire to break free.

Chen Chuan spread out his palms. The Snow Bunting hesitated for a moment, and finally flapped its wings and flew towards the sky that had just cleared after the snow. The small white figure quickly blended into the whiteness in the distance. This free posture was completely different from its previous helpless state when it was trapped.

"Well done."

Chen Chuan's eyes swept over Big Bear and the others, his tone containing a hint of approval. This direct praise was different from his usual slightly implicit encouragement.

The animals seemed to understand, and they let out low growls and whimpers one after another. The pure joy formed a sharp contrast with the concentration with which they had just been working silently.

"Alright, you all look so depressed."

Chen Chuan moved his stiff shoulders, and the slight soreness was a foreshadowing of the upcoming relaxation.

"I'll take you out for some exercise today."

This decision instantly made the atmosphere in the entire yard boil. The vitality that had been suppressed for a long time and its explosion at this moment were a fusion of ice and fire.

Fan Tong was the first to rush out. The Husky's unique howl broke the tranquility after the snow. This impatient excitement was completely different from its occasional dullness in daily life.

Dahuang followed closely behind. Its vigorous steps made a dull sound on the thick snow, and its steadiness formed a contrast with the lively behavior of the food bucket.

There was also a half-grown German Shepherd, which was usually inconspicuous. It was now sandwiched among them, trying hard to keep up with the team. Its slightly clumsy running was as real as its desire for freedom.

Hu Zi and Hu Niu walked side by side. The male tiger's vigorous steps revealed the composure of a king, while the female tiger had a little more plumpness after giving birth, but was still as majestic as ever. This subtle difference was consistent with their equally powerful aura.

Several Tibetan foxes with fiery red fur, which usually move around the edge of the pasture, have also joined the team. Their small figures are particularly conspicuous in the snow, and their alert eyes form an interesting unity with their trust in Chen Chuan.

Three giant bears walked at the end of the team. Big Bear remained calm, Second Bear looked around, and Little Black Bear nudged his companions in front of him with his nose from time to time. Their huge bodies formed a contrast with their slightly childish behavior at the moment.

The camera in the live broadcast room followed this mighty team as they marched deep into the mountains and forests, and the barrage of comments became active again.

"Wow! Everyone is out! This scene is more spectacular than the great migration in the zoo. It's in stark contrast to my daily life at home!"

"Hu Niu is out too? She looks like she's recovered well. This tenacity of life is two extremes compared to her previous weakness."

"Tibetan foxes are so cute! That 'who am I and where am I but I'm going to follow' expression is totally inconsistent with their reputation for being cunning!"

The team came to an open snowy area. The snow here was deeper but softer, and the texture was completely different from the compacted ground in the yard.

The three canines rushed out like arrows. They chased and played in the snow, raising large amounts of snow foam. Their unrestrained fun was a far cry from the cramped conditions they usually lived in the wooden house.

Hu Zi let out a low roar and joined the chase. Its huge body moved in the snow with a lightness that was rare in normal times. The combination of strength and agility was amazing.

Hu Niu stood quietly aside, her amber eyes gently gazing in the direction of the playful tiger and the cubs, the maternal glow and her identity as a ferocious beast forming a soft interweaving.

Big Bear, Second Bear and Little Blackie looked at each other, and there was a gleam of eagerness in each other's eyes. That tacit understanding was on a different channel from their occasional disputes.

Xiong Er took the lead. He picked up a huge snowball with his two front paws. His movements were a little clumsy, but full of strength. This rough posture was inconsistent with his usual honest image.

It threw the snowball with all its might at Big Bear. The whistling snowball rubbed against the air, making a slight sound.

Big Bear didn't dodge or evade, letting the snowball hit his thick chest. He just shook his head. His calmness formed a sharp contrast with the provocation of Second Bear.

Little Blackie was more agile. He dodged nimbly between the snowballs thrown at each other by Big Bear and Little Bear. From time to time, he would roll up a small snowball from the ground and launch a sneak attack. His cunning was in stark contrast to his usual calmness.

For a moment, snowflakes were flying and roars were heard. The three huge beasts started a unique "snowball fight" in the snow. The hearty play was in stark contrast to their usual dull life.

“Hahaha, a battle between three bears! Their destructive power is comparable to that of a small demolition team, which forms a strong contrast with their cute appearance!”

"Is Xiong Er throwing snowballs? He's throwing a snow mountain! His arm strength is not proportional to his intelligence!"

"Little Blackie is such a thief. He attacks when the eldest and second brothers aren't paying attention. This tactic is in stark contrast to his size!"

Chen Chuan looked at this group of big guys who had completely let themselves go, with a relaxed smile on his face. That feeling of comfort was completely different from the tension he had been experiencing in recent days.

"Host, why are they so excited? It feels like they've been holding it in for a long time. They're completely different from their usual lazy look during live broadcasts."

A barrage of comments floated by at the right time, expressing the thoughts of many viewers.

Chen Chuan exhaled a puff of white mist towards the drone camera. The mist quickly dissipated in the cold air, forming a contrast with his clear words.

"It's not like I've been holding it in for a long time."

There was a hint of emotion in his voice, and his eyes looked toward the still vast snow-capped mountains in the distance. The vast background echoed his narration at the moment.

"This heavy snow has been falling for almost half of the winter, and they have basically not been active. This sudden release is an inevitable reaction to the previous repression."

He did not join the animals' play, but just walked slowly on the edge of the snow. The snow under his feet made a "crunching" sound, and this subtle rhythm was a different melody from the noise of the animals in the distance.

The sunlight was a little brighter than before, shining on the snow, reflecting a dazzling light, and forming an alternation of light and dark with the mottled shadows cast by the trees.

At this moment, Chen Chuan's eyes were attracted by an inconspicuous color on the edge of the snow. The tiny embellishment formed a sharp contrast with the endless pure white around it.

He walked a few steps closer, squatted down, and pushed away the thin layer of snow covering it.

A small wild flower with lavender petals is stubbornly poking its head out from the gap between the frozen soil and the remaining snow. Its fragile vitality forms an amazing counterbalance to the harsh environment.

There is a trace of frost on the edges of the petals, but they are still trying to stretch out. The tender yellow stamens in the center are swaying gently in the breeze. This subtle movement is in two states compared to the still ice and snow around it.

The drone also captured this scene. The comments in the live broadcast room paused for a moment, and then were replaced by greater amazement. "Oh my God! What kind of flower is this? How can it bloom in this weather? This vitality has a huge impact on my cognition!"

"It's so beautiful and incredible! Seeing such a small flower in the snow makes me feel that the whole world has become gentle. It is completely different from the rough fight between bears just now."

"Anchor, anchor, please tell us what kind of fairy flower this is. Its beauty is too mismatched with its living environment!"

Chen Chuan stretched out his fingers and gently touched the cold yet flexible petals with a hint of appreciation in his eyes. This meticulous observation was different from his usual macroscopic grasp of the mountains and forests.

“This is the Altai dog flower.”

His voice was calm, yet filled with a reverence for nature, the simple name contrasting with the flower's stunning beauty.

"A very cold-resistant plant of the Asteraceae family, usually growing in alpine meadows or gravel crevices. Its tough character is in sharp contrast to its delicate appearance."

Chen Chuan's fingertips gently stroked the cold yet tough lavender petals. This subtle touch and the vast ice and snow around formed a miracle of life.

He did not stand up immediately, but reached out to push away more snow around the Altai dogwa flower. His movements were cautious and exploratory, which was in stark contrast to his usual bold and decisive style of doing things.

Under the thin snow, more lavender flowers stubbornly appeared, one, two, and one.

They cling to the frozen soil, dotted like delicate patterns embroidered on the white earth. This unexpected discovery is completely different from the single surprise just now.

The entire edge of the snow slope is dotted with these indomitable little lives. Their silently blooming posture and the noisy vitality of animals in the distance are a harmony of stillness and movement.

The drone's camera faithfully recorded this scene, conveying the hidden spring on the snowy field to every viewer. This subtle vitality and the rolling barrage in the live broadcast room are the intersection of two worlds.

"Wow, it's not just one flower, it's a whole field! Has the host discovered a secret garden? This snowy scene with wild flowers is incredibly beautiful, forming a sharp contrast with the steel and concrete outside my window!"

"How romantic! A tough guy like Chuan actually has the leisure to appreciate flowers in the snow. This tough guy's tenderness is completely different from his image of fighting a bear with his bare hands!"

"Is the host going to pick flowers and give them to Hu Niu? To celebrate her successful birth? This thoughtfulness is totally inconsistent with his usual roughness!"

The three giant bears, who had had enough fun, also noticed Chen Chuan's unusual behavior. They shook their huge bodies and came over curiously. Their thick paws left deep marks on the snow. The heavy steps contrasted with their cautious approach.

Xiong Er's huge head stretched out first, and his small black bean-like eyes blinked. He looked at the lavender flowers in Chen Chuan's hand, and two streams of white air spurted out of his nose. His puzzled expression was exactly the same as his usual stupidity.

Big Bear and Little Blackie also gathered around. They lowered their heads and sniffed the small flowers that were poking out of the snow, as if trying to identify the unfamiliar smell. Their focused expressions were completely different from the crazy way they played when they were having a snowball fight just now.

Chen Chuan looked at the words full of good-natured teasing on the barrage, then glanced at the three furry heads around him. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and that expression was slightly different from his usual seriousness.

He ignored the speculations about "romance" and reached out to carefully pick a few Altai dogwa flowers in full bloom. The gentleness of his movements was different from the casualness with which he picked wild vegetables.

"Do you think I'm cultivating my sentiments?" Chen Chuan shook a few small flowers in his hand towards the camera of the drone. The tiny ice crystals condensed on the petals sparkled in the sun. This crystal beauty formed an unexpected turn with his next words.

"This thing," he paused, his eyes sweeping over the flowers that were stubbornly blooming in the snow, his voice carrying a hint of the pragmatism of a mountain survivor, "is edible."

"Can you eat it?"

"Damn it, anchor, please don't lie to me. You told me such beautiful flowers are edible? This is completely different from my romantic imagination!"

"When did the host lie to us about what to eat? If he says it's edible, then he must be a rising star in the dark cuisine world, completely different from those fancy dishes that only look good but don't taste good!"

"I take back what I said about the host being romantic. It turns out he was hungry. His pragmatic spirit is totally different from the artistic style he was enjoying the flowers just now!"

The comments in the live broadcast room suddenly changed after Chen Chuan said the bland "It's edible", and were full of laughter and laughter, forming a sharp contrast with the previous praises of "so beautiful" and "so romantic".

The three giant bears, who were originally just watching out of curiosity, immediately burst into a different light in their small black bean-like eyes the moment they heard the keyword "eat". Their desire for food almost solidified into substance, which was completely different from their confused expressions just now.

Xiong Er was the first to move. Its large palms, like a palm-leaf fan, clumsily but with a bit of brute force, slapped the lavender flowers in the snow directly. It looked more like plowing the ground than picking, which formed a sharp contrast with Chen Chuan's cautious movements just now.

Snow foam and petals flew everywhere, but Xiong Er didn't care about anything else and just rolled up the flower mixed with soil and snow water with his broad tongue and swallowed it whole, making a satisfied gurgling sound in his throat. The way he ate was completely different from his usual habit of chewing slowly (relatively speaking).

Seeing this, Big Bear and Little Blackie were not to be outdone and joined the "mopping up" campaign. They were not as rude as Second Bear, but were by no means gentle either. They dug their thick paws in the snow, pulling up the Altai dog-wad flowers by the roots. Their seriousness was completely different from the focus they had when they were playing snowball fights just now.

Chen Chuan looked at these three guys who were like hungry tigers pouncing on their prey and shook his head helplessly. The few carefully selected flowers in his hands seemed particularly precious at this moment, forming a quality difference from the flowers covered with mud and snow in the bear's mouth.

He did not stop them. After all, there were a lot of Altai calendula flowers in this area, enough for these big guys to try something new. This tacit attitude was slightly different from his usual picky attitude towards food.

Chen Chuan turned around and walked towards the wooden house. The lavender flowers in his hands looked particularly delicate in his rough palms, forming a visual contrast with his tall and strong back.

The drone camera followed him closely, presenting the complete scene of him bringing flowers into the kitchen to the audience in the live broadcast room. This daily action was in a completely different rhythm from the poetic scene of searching for flowers in the snow just now.

The kitchen of the wooden house was simple but clean. Chen Chuan placed the Altai dog-waving flowers in a clean enamel basin. There were still tidal drops of water on the edge of the basin, which was a different kind of moisture from the ice crystals condensed on the petals.

"After blanching the flower, it tastes delicious when simply mixed with cold water."

Chen Chuan's voice came through the microphone, as plain as if he was talking about a home-cooked dish. The understated tone contrasted with the rarity of the ingredients.

"Cold... cold salad?"

"Did I hear you right? It's minus 10 to 20 degrees outside, and you want to eat cold dishes? This is the opposite of me, who is shivering while holding a hot pot!"

"Brother Chuan, are you sure you don't want to freeze us mortals to death and then inherit our Huabei? This operation goes against the normal winter health regimen of normal people!"

"Is this the legendary iron stomach? Eating cold dishes in the snow, the host's body structure must be different from that of ordinary people like us!"

The comments in the live broadcast room were once again filled with amazement and ridicule because of Chen Chuan's words "cold salad". The admiration for the host's "hardcore" physique formed a sharp contrast with their instinctive fear of the cold. (End of this chapter)