Chapter 33 The Dog Eats, the Chicks Move House

Why worry about so much? I don't believe anyone can find me in sub-zero temperatures.

Just then, the aroma of roasted sweet potatoes wafted into my nostrils, sweet and tempting.

I sat up from the sofa, put on my slippers, and went to the fireplace.

Use the stove hook to pull the roasted sweet potatoes out.

Gently pat off the ash from the roasted sweet potato, which was still slightly hot, and tentatively peel off the skin.

With just a small tear, white steam rushed out, accompanied by an even richer aroma.

I resisted the urge to drool and peeled off the skin on one side of the sweet potato, revealing the bright yellow flesh inside, which looked very tempting.

I picked up the whole roasted sweet potato, blew on it a few times, and couldn't wait to take a bite. The sweet potato flesh was soft, sweet, and very juicy.

I don't know if it's juice or syrup mixed in with the sweet potato flesh, but the sweetness just goes straight to my heart.

A feeling of happiness welled up inside me, and I couldn't help but take another bite. The steaming hot sweet potato, slightly burning my mouth, combined with the howling wind and snow outside, made it taste even sweeter.

Such a simple and delicious dish, I wonder who can still enjoy it now, I thought to myself.

I also feel that it would be nice to have someone to share with.

Just then, the sound of the puppies whining began. Both puppies whined together, and usually they would only bark a few times and then stop, but today they seemed determined not to stop.

I rushed over to check, and there were two puppies rummaging around in the box, their little eyes constantly searching.

Although its small eyes and claws weren't very useful, it still searched anxiously and crookedly.

I reached out and offered my hand to the puppies, and they immediately seemed to have found it and rushed over to lick my hand.

Two pink little tongues kept licking my hand.

They were too small to drool much; they just felt warm and soft on my hand, and licking them made me a little itchy.

This was the first time these two little guys had licked me on their own initiative, and I roughly understood what they were looking for.

It must have smelled the aroma of sweet potatoes and was searching around, wanting to eat something delicious.

Counting the days, it's time for them to start eating solid food; milk alone is no longer enough to satisfy these two little ones.

I found a shallow bowl and added some soft, roasted sweet potatoes into it.

Then I took the two puppies out of the box, put them on the heated brick bed, and pushed the small bowl towards their mouths.

The puppy immediately locked onto its target, shook its little head, stuck its little mouth into the small bowl, and started whimpering and whimpering.

It didn't look like a puppy eating; it looked more like a piglet rooting around in the sweet potato. Its two little mouths were digging and prodding inside, and in no time, the bowl was empty.

When I lifted their little chins, I saw that their noses, the tips of their noses, and the area under their chins were all covered in yellow sweet potato puree.

Her little mouth was still smacking away, still savoring the sweet and cloying aroma of the sweet potato.

I know they haven't eaten enough, but I don't dare to feed them anymore. After all, it's their first time eating, and eating too much sweet potato can cause flatulence. Eating too much at once is definitely not good.

I found a towel specifically for cleaning them and carefully wiped their little mouths.

Perhaps knowing I was taking care of them, the puppy wasn't upset when it stopped eating. Instead, it wagged its little tail and squinted its eyes, enjoying the wait for me to wipe its little mouth.

Seeing their funny and cute little faces made me laugh instantly.

This can be considered a form of sharing. In the freezing cold of a post-apocalyptic world with heavy snow, two dogs shared a hot roasted sweet potato with me.

Suddenly I realized I hadn't named them. Since our first meal was roasted sweet potatoes, and sweet potatoes are also known as ground potatoes, let's call one Little Ground Potato and the other Little Melon.

The animal that is entirely yellow with a small white dot on its forehead is called Little Earth.

The other one is entirely yellow with four white little paws, so we call it Little Melon.

Xiao Gua looks a little older; from now on, Xiao Gua will be the older brother, and Xiao Di will be the younger sister.

After I finished wiping them, I sat by the heated kang (a traditional Chinese bed-stove) and watched them crawl around on it, letting them relax freely for a while.

The reason they've always been kept in boxes is to prevent them from crawling around and falling to the ground.

I was also worried that if I put the two little ones on the ground, they would stumble and fall, and get burned by the stove.

But now that my eyesight is working better and my self-awareness is increasing, I definitely can't keep them closed forever.

I went to find the only dog ​​crate I had bought before, put a dog bed on one side of the crate, and covered the other side with a diaper pad.

Then I put the two little ones inside. Although the dog cage wasn't very big, it was enough space for them to move around in, given their current size.

Place the dog crate not far from the stove, so the two little guys can warm themselves by the fire while lying on the dog mat.

Now the two of them are lying in their fluffy doghouse, their little paws stretched out and their chins resting on their paws.

My eyes were squinted, opening and closing comfortably, almost to the point of drowsiness.

You two are lucky; you're truly blessed to be with me.

Not only the puppy has grown up, but the chicks have grown up too.

They have grown grayish-brown feathers and are no longer completely fluffy.

I couldn't bear to put them in the breeding house.

After all, it's been with me for quite a few days. If I put it directly into the breeding room, away from my sight, I'll be a little worried.

But as the chicks grow up, their droppings will become smelly, and leaving them in the bedroom all the time isn't a solution.

Even though I was reluctant, I still chose to light the stove in the breeding room first.

The stove in the breeding shed was just as easy to light as the stove in the east room; the flames leaped up quickly and soon warmed the whole room.

Once the whole house was warm, I took all the chicks to the breeding room and put them one by one into the chicken coop on the sunny side.

I want to see if they can adapt to this place. If they can't, I will definitely bring them back to the east room as soon as possible.

After the chicks entered the coop, they excitedly frolicked inside.

It looked around, glancing here and there, sometimes at the solid wood chicken coop, sometimes scratching at the fermentation bed with its paws.

Perhaps it's in the chickens' nature to forage in the ground; they dug with increasing enthusiasm, their little heads buried in the fermentation bed, pecking at something.

"Hmph! You heartless little brat!" I couldn't help but snort.

After raising them for so many days, they were all so happy when they were moved to the breeding house.

I have absolutely no recollection of my elderly mother feeding them in the box every day.

But it's understandable that they're happy. After being caged for so many days, they're suddenly released to see the wonderful world outside.

Since the chicks are adapting well, let's just keep them in the breeding house from now on.

Looking at the time, it was almost noon. On the first day of heavy snowfall, I naturally wanted to cook myself some delicious food.