Let you go home and raise chickens, what the hell is this confinement center?

Chapter 40: Shu Shu is hungry, can you give me some food?

Just finished a thrilling battle and received four high praises.

Lin Feng sat up straight, stretched his stiff spine and fingers, and prepared for another round.

One more try and the time is almost up, the bread oven can be started.

The success or failure of tomorrow's breakfast staple depends on this.

While waiting to form a team, Lin Feng heard some rustling sounds.

It wasn't his dog, because his dog's ears also began to move rapidly.

Then he peered over and fixed his eyes on the legs of his rocking chair.

Lin Feng:? ? ?
"Squeak."

He lowered his head and saw a small black-faced weasel with a long golden complexion, which looked familiar, waving at him with its hands clasped together.

What's happening here?
The five ghost stories about immortals becoming spirits, which were once deeply rooted in the childhood of every Northeastern child, quickly flashed through his mind.

Among them, Wong Tai Sin appears most frequently.

Each of the scenes of seeking titles is a classic.

But he seemed vaguely unsure whether it was true.

I heard the weasel's stomach growling in hunger.

It turns out that weasels also cry when they are hungry?

He felt a little bit mysterious.

Uncle Huang Wolf stared at the human in front of him obediently, clasped his hands together, and shook them pitifully at Lin Feng again.

Shu Shu is hungry, can you please give me some food?

It had seen those small animals that followed humans when it was still following its mother.

Just by doing this action, you can receive something delicious from humans.

If this human is willing to leave one of the eggs for it, then he must be willing to give it some food.

This little thing looks quite cute, it's not as weird as the legend says.

Lin Feng thought so.

He canceled the match, stood up and walked to the kitchen. The eggs from the giant bone chicken were now gone.

One of the hens grabbed the right to hatch the eggs, and all the fertilized eggs were left in the chicken coop over the next few days.

However, there were still regular eggs, and even some chicken breast in the fridge, which had been prepared for the family dog.

Lin Feng cut a small piece of chicken breast, took an egg, and placed it in front of the weasel.

"Eat." He has been begging so hard for food, how can I not give him something to eat?

Look at that pitiful little appearance, I wonder how long it has been hungry?
wrong!

Lin Feng, who was watching the weasel chewing chicken strips, was stunned.

His big rooster!
Five big words slowly floated past my eyes, and I couldn't ignore them even if I wanted to.

He looked at the weasel in front of him, filled with a terrible feeling of being deceived.

This little thing, not only did it eat his chicken, but today it came to him again to act cute and beg for food.

The key is that he gave it back.

What brand of villain is he?!

What’s wrong with the small animals nowadays? They all rely on their thick skin, like the black pig in his house.

They just rely on their furry appearance, just like the one in front of us, and think of eating and drinking for free in human territory.

They are beautiful.

The weasel had no idea of ​​the change in the kind-hearted man's mood in front of him, and was concentrating on eating the chicken strips.

I took every bite seriously and carefully, for fear of wasting even a bit.

The rats here are so small and smart that it is difficult to catch them.

I have failed for many days in a row.

I don’t know if I will continue to be hungry tomorrow.

I felt lost while eating.

Suddenly, someone poked its head, and it was so scared that it staggered and almost fell down.

The hair on the big yellow tail was all stood up.

It didn't understand what was happening and looked at Lin Feng stupidly.

Lin Feng ruthlessly confiscated the egg that the weasel had not yet eaten, held it in his hand, and said mercilessly:

"Hurry up and leave. You're eating my chicken and you're still acting cute in front of me. You're quite cunning."

"If you don't leave, I'll let the dogs bite you."

Hearing the word "dog", the two big dogs in the yard raised their big heads with burning eyes and stared at the big yellow rat.

He tilted his big head, as if asking, are you alive?
The weasel was frightened and shuddered, wondering why humans changed their expressions so quickly.

It touched its half-full belly, with tears in its eyes. It was really afraid that humans would really call the two big dogs, especially one of them that looked so much like a wolf, so it turned around and ran away.

It stood in the corner, looked at Lin Feng reluctantly, and lowered its head in disappointment.

I don’t know if I can’t even stay here anymore.

So where should it go?
Where else can I go?
There are traces of human activities everywhere around here, and it's scared.

The forest is the territory of other animals, and it will be eaten if it goes there.

Lin Feng did not see this scene, he just felt sorry for the big rooster that he could not eat.

I knew earlier...

Ugh.

There is a saying that goes, if you never have it, you won’t regret it until you lose it.

Having obtained something and losing it again is the real pain.

After all, there are six or seven pounds of meat.

………………

The next day, the students who lined up for breakfast exclaimed in surprise when they saw what they had.

"Wow!"

How long has it been since they saw this pure Western breakfast?

In the past, I considered myself a college student who was at the forefront of fashion in the new era.

Not to mention those near schools, even if there is a new restaurant opened in the city, they will go to see if the food is good.

Now it seems as if they have all been assimilated into the mountain village.

Fried eggs, golden and crispy sunny-side-up eggs, but unfortunately there is no sweet filling.

"What are you thinking? It's not like there's any sugar in a sterilized egg."

Professor Li gently reprimanded, "Did you learn all that knowledge in vain?"

The student who had just complained suddenly stopped talking.

A bunch of bad memories suddenly came to my mind.

Well-done food is better, well-done food is better, and heating and sterilization are the most important.

"Brother Lin, what do you say about bread?"

Minxiong looked at the three colors of bread in front of him.

He was a foodie but had a hard time making a choice and suddenly fell into deep thought.

"Original, pumpkin, and spinach, whichever you like."

The European bread we had last night was grilled over charcoal, so the crust was crispy and fragrant.

The inside is soft, delicate and chewy.

When it’s just out of the oven, the pure malt aroma is so amazing that it makes your mouth water.

I reheated it this morning and spread it with butter and it was still delicious.

The side dishes were simple, bacon, ham, tomato slices and lettuce, plus a serving of sweet pumpkin soup.

Pumpkin is really a good thing. It can be used for cooking, baking bread, making soup, and cooking pig food. It can also be eaten by chickens and cows.

This year, we will plant more seeds.

If it really doesn't work, you can buy more from the village.

Can stock up by tons.

When it was Bai Wentao's turn, he stared at the small piece on his plate, which was actually a large piece of bread.

It felt like about a third of a whole piece, but it was as big as his entire palm.

A simple bread model flashed through my mind, and the question came out of my mouth:

"How big was this bread when it was first cut?"

Lin Feng gestured to him, it was about as long as from his fingertips to his forearm, and as wide as two palms.

It’s not that big actually, right?

Inexplicably guilty.

What if the bread is big? It doesn’t affect the eating quality.

When he was slicing the slices this morning, he found that three portions were already very large, so he didn't take the fourth one.

He cut off the hard edges of the roast meat, gave some to the dog to grind its teeth, and mixed the rest with chicken feed, so nothing was wasted.

There is no way around it. This is the tragedy of the traditional charcoal-fired bread kiln. There are always some places, like the two ends, where the fire is a little harder.

Although some people like this taste, it is really tiring to eat.

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(End of this chapter)