In the woods behind the breeding site, not far away, there were about a dozen animals with brownish-red fur that looked like both wolves and foxes.

Standing on the hillside, looking down at the small houses with smoke rising from their chimneys, and smelling the aroma carried on the wind.

Their bright green eyes gleamed with hunger and ferocity.

Among the jackals, one was noticeably larger and was likely the alpha of the pack.

The guy let out a soft growl, and the slightly thinner jackal immediately let out a low growl, turned around and went down the hillside, carefully walking towards the farm.

This one is the scout in the jackal pack; it's clever and quick-witted.

Around 9 p.m., Wang Jianshe, Gao Haining, and Zhang Zhijun had just walked around the pigsty and sheepfold several times with flashlights, but found nothing unusual, so they went back inside.

Just then, the bones in the pot were stewed until they were tender and flavorful. Sheng Xiping used a strainer to scoop the bones out and put them in a bowl.

The guys weren't afraid of getting burned; they picked up a bone while it was still hot and started gnawing on the meat.

"Mmm, it smells so good, it smells amazing."

"Hey? Isn't it strange? It's still meat, but no matter how you stir-fry or stew it, it's not as delicious as gnawing on the bones like this."

Zhang Zhijun asked while gnawing on a bone.

Everyone was stunned when they heard this.

Yeah, why do I find gnawing on bones so delicious and irresistible? Why is that?

"Xiping, do you know?"

Sheng Xiping shook his head, "Who cares about that? As long as there's food, that's fine."

If you ask me, whether it's stir-fried or stewed, as long as it's meat, it tastes better than vegetables.