American Landowners: Starting with Hunting in Alaska

Chapter 97 A peaceful sleep after exhaustion

You're finally back.

Her voice trembled slightly, without her even realizing it, and there was a clear sense of lingering fear.

"I almost called the fish and game bureau."

Su Wei stood at the door, the smell of gunpowder, blood, and pine forest on him instantly diluted by the warmth of the apartment and the aroma of food.

But he was still stiff, which seemed out of place with the warmth of the room.

Emily's beautiful blue eyes stared at him intently, scanning him carefully from head to toe.

She saw his trouser legs covered in mud and snow, the almost invisible dark stains on his windbreaker, and smelled the odor that only a slaughterhouse or an emergency room could smell.

Her heart clenched.

Su Wei moved his somewhat stiff body, then closed the door behind him, completely shutting out the cold wind outside.

"Click".

The small apartment finally found peace and quiet after the sound of the lock being turned on.

He leaned the Browning rifle that had accompanied him through life and death against the corner of the entryway wall; the butt of the rifle bumped against the wooden floor with a dull thud.

"Mission accomplished." Su Wei took off his heavy down jacket and casually hung it on the hook behind the door. He deliberately made his tone sound relaxed. "The poachers have been caught and handed over to the law enforcement team."

He avoided all the dangerous details.

There was no mention of the enormous stag that was used as a living shelter, nor of the lightning-fast exchange of fire within thirty meters.

The cruelty of the wilderness should not be brought into this warm little apartment.

Emily didn't press further, but simply nodded. Her relieved expression eased Su Wei's tension, which had been building all night.

Just then, a burnt smell wafted from the kitchen, growing stronger and stronger.

"what!"

Emily screamed and, ignoring Su Wei, hopped on one leg, her posture somewhat comical, into the kitchen.

"My soup!"

Su Wei followed.

The small kitchen was a complete mess.

A pot on the stove was bubbling away with strange bubbles, and the bottom of the pot had already turned a little black. The microwave next to it stopped with a "ding".

Emily hurriedly turned off the stove, propped herself up on the counter with one hand, and picked up a heat-resistant glove with the other, trying to lift the scalding hot pot.

"Don't move."

Su Wei stepped forward, naturally took the gloves from her hand and put them on, then carried the pot to the sink.

A strong smell of tomato sauce mixed with burnt cheese wafted over.

The pot contained a thick, strangely colored soup.

He lifted the lid and took a look; the bottom of the pot was already covered with a layer of black crust.

Emily stuck out her tongue a little shyly and pointed to the microwave: "I also baked garlic bread—I was hoping to wait for you to come back so we could have some hot soup to warm you up."

A typical white person's meal.

Suwei could even imagine how she did it; it was nothing more than pouring canned broth into a pot, then adding some chopped ham or something similar and heating it up.

It's simple and quick to do, but it's also easy to mess it up.

"Go sit on the sofa." Su Wei untied the pink cartoon apron she was wearing and tied it around her own waist. "I'll take care of the rest."

"But you're already so tired—"

"I broke my leg, not my arm," Su Wei retorted, echoing her earlier words.

Emily chuckled and hopped out of the kitchen on one leg, not forgetting to take two slightly overcooked garlic bread slices from the microwave before leaving.

The kitchen was returned to Su Wei's control.

He glanced at the pot of almost ruined soup and shook his head.

Fortunately, Emily only poured the canned food into the refrigerator to cook; there should still be other ingredients in the refrigerator.

I opened the refrigerator, and sure enough, there were onions, potatoes, a few carrots, and a small piece of frozen beef.

enough.

He ignored the burnt soup and grabbed a clean pot instead.

Rinse the rice, add water, and turn on a low heat. Porridge is still the most nourishing for the stomach and the most comforting for the heart.

Next, he soaked the frozen beef in cold water and then began processing the vegetables.

Dice the onion, and peel and dice the carrot and potato.

His movements were not fast, but each one was steady and precise.

The cleaver landed on the cutting board with a thud.

The sound completely relaxed him, freeing him from his previous state of high tension and allowing him to return to the life of an ordinary person.

In the living room, Emily was hugging a cushion, with a marshmallow nestled in her arms. Both she and the fox turned their heads toward the kitchen.

The TV was on, but the volume was very low, playing a boring midnight soap opera.

But her attention was completely drawn to the sounds coming from the kitchen and the aromas that were slowly wafting out.

First, the sweet aroma of onions frying in the pan is released, followed by the sizzling and caramelized fragrance of beef as it is added to the pan.

Marshmallow twitched its nose and made a longing "gurgling" sound in its throat.

Su Wei poured all the stir-fried beef and vegetable cubes into the rice porridge that had begun to thicken, and stirred it slowly with a spoon to prevent it from sticking to the bottom.

[Cooking in progress————]

[Cooking experience +3.]

He sprinkled salt and black pepper, and finally found a small bunch of wilted scallion leaves in the corner of the refrigerator, chopped them up and sprinkled them in.

A pot of hot beef and vegetable congee is ready.

Cooking complete. Quality: Excellent.

[Temporary Buff Triggered: Energy Replenishment (Trace). Increases mental fatigue recovery speed by 3% for one hour after consumption.]

Su Wei ladled out two bowls of porridge and placed them on the small dining table. Emily had already come over, leaning on her cane.

"It smells amazing!" she exclaimed sincerely.

The porridge was very hot, but she couldn't wait any longer. She gently blew on it with her spoon and carefully took a sip.

"Ugh————"

A mouthful of hot porridge immediately brings a warm feeling to the stomach.

The savory flavor of the beef and the sweetness of the vegetables were infused into the soft, sticky rice, and the addition of a touch of black pepper dispelled all her anxiety and fatigue.

"Suwei, you really should open a restaurant," Emily mumbled between bites.

Su Wei smiled but didn't reply.

He picked out a few pieces of beef from his bowl, blew on them to cool them, and placed them in his palm.

The marshmallow under the table immediately stood up, nudged his palm with its wet nose, and swallowed the beef with a flick of its tongue.

[Beast Taming Module Experience +1]

"I'm going to the fishery union tomorrow," Su Wei said casually, sipping his porridge.

"Um?"

"Remember the compensation I mentioned to you before about the shipwreck?"

"I remember," Emily paused, "there's a result?"

"Yes, we'll sign the agreement tomorrow."

"Can you help with your debts?" Emily asked, somewhat curious.

"Absolutely no problem."

"That's good." Emily breathed a sigh of relief, then smiled.

Su Wei, holding a spoon, stared at Emily's radiant smile and suddenly froze.

Emily was about to take another bite when she looked up and saw Su Wei staring at her in a daze.

She paused for a moment, but didn't say anything; her ears just turned slightly red.

She suddenly realized that the man in front of her was completely different from the boy who used to worry about making a living.

The meal ended in a wonderful atmosphere.

Su Wei took the initiative to clear away the dishes and wash them in the small kitchen.

The water was rushing loudly. Emily stood behind him, leaning on her cane, looking at his broad back, and for a moment she didn't know what to say.

After washing the dishes, Su Wei dried her hands and went to the living room.

After a busy day and a highly intense battle.

As his adrenaline subsided, a wave of intense fatigue washed over him, making it almost impossible for him to stand.

He didn't stand on ceremony and lay down on the sofa.

The sofa was so soft that you didn't want to get up once you sank into it.

The marshmallow lightly jumped onto his chest, found a comfortable position to curl up, and rolled itself into a fluffy white ball.

Suwei closed his eyes, placed one hand on his forehead, and unconsciously stroked the little fox's soft fur with the other.

The living room lights were dimmed, and the TV had been turned off long ago.

The radiator clicked, and outside the window was an endless night.

He could smell the lingering aroma of porridge in the air and feel the warmth of the cotton candy's body and its gentle breathing.

Everything was unusually peaceful.

This is life.

It's not about fighting wild beasts in the wilderness, nor about battling desperate criminals in the snow.

Life is about having a place where a light is on and someone is waiting for you to come back.

Suwei's breathing gradually became steady, and his consciousness slowly sank as he grew tired; he was about to fall asleep.

Half asleep, he heard a soft, hesitant voice in the quiet living room.

"Suwei, will you go to that kind of place again tomorrow?"