It was still raining outside, and a small fire was burning inside, making the temperature barely comfortable. But as soon as I stepped out of the shelter, I got goosebumps.
Goosebumps rose on his skin; it was cold, a damp and terribly cold. Holding the axe, he turned and called to the younger sister inside who was reluctant to come out. The younger sister pouted, looking unwilling.
However, it couldn't resist the temptation of Li Sheng's delicious food. It gave the dog two large banyan trees that Li Sheng had brought back, and the dog immediately followed him out, the two of them getting soaked in the rain.
He walked out of the house in a hurry, but once he was out of the yard and out of Naituan's sight, he became a lame man walking with a limp. His foot was still swollen and a little painful, mainly because he didn't want Naituan to worry too much.
"I'm going to cry my eyes out if I have a dad like this."
"A tough dad like him really resonates with me."
"Do you have to work so hard? It's raining, and even the strongest person can get sick."
"Waaaaah, I feel so sorry for them. If the Milk Group knew, they would be heartbroken."
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Li Sheng didn't walk very fast, and every now and then he would look back to see if the young woman was following behind.
His head throbbed slightly when the wind blew. The reason he was pushing himself so hard was because he knew he was going to get sick; his body was giving him a warning.
That's why he had to brave the heavy rain to bring the tiger meat back and process it properly, so that at least if he got sick, he wouldn't have to worry too much about food.
But the temperature seems to be dropping, and it's getting colder and colder.
He retrieved all the equipment he had lost along the route he was being chased, put it all in his basket, and put his hat back on before his head felt a little more comfortable.
After walking in the woods for an hour, we found the tiger whose limbs had been chopped off by Li Sheng. Whether we can bring the tiger back depends on how capable the young lady is.
The young woman was quite large, so she must be very strong. Li Sheng also tried his best to share the burden, using an axe to cut off the tiger's head and carrying it in a basket on his back.
Li Sheng reached out his hand, and Monkey King immediately picked the fruit. He rewarded Big Sister as a reward. Big Sister lived up to expectations and was not one to be trifled with. She understood Li Sheng's intention and worked hard to pull Tiger's body to follow Li Sheng.
However, the tiger was very large, even larger than the young woman's size, making it extremely difficult for her to handle.
Several times along the way, I wanted to go on strike, unwilling to drag this tiger's body any longer.
Fortunately, Mr. Li had a good grasp of how to treat the young woman. Every few minutes, he would take a break and then take out a palm-sized fruit from his basket to sweeten her up.
They kept stopping and starting, and it took them more than two hours to move the tiger's body back to the sanctuary.
The young woman got her wish and received the few remaining bright red fruits from the basket, which she then happily ate by the small stove.
At this moment, his head was throbbing with pain, and his whole body, which had been soaked in the rain for so long, was not cold but burning hot. If there were a mirror, he would definitely see his face looking like a boiled shrimp.
Vision begins to blur and snowflakes appear on the eyes; these are early signs of shock.
He gritted his teeth, took off his clothes and pants, and lay down next to the small stove in the most comfortable position possible, not caring whether the stone ground was uncomfortable.
With his last bit of strength, he said to the baby, "Daddy is a little tired and wants to sleep for a while. Can you help Daddy make the fire burn brighter?"
A few seconds after he finished speaking, his eyelids closed and he lost consciousness.
The little leopard looked intently at the fire, then picked up all four leopard cubs and placed them on his father's lap. The cubs were warm and could keep their father warm.
Cuihua also lay down next to Li Sheng and licked the messy hair stuck to Li Sheng's forehead with her tongue.
When Li Sheng woke up again, it was already late at night. He was still burning up with fever, had a splitting headache, and felt like his head was full of weights.
When the baby saw that her father had finally woken up, she couldn't help but cry again. She was very strong, but she was still very young and wanted not to cry, but her tears wouldn't listen to her.
She quickly wiped away her tears and brought a large pot to Li Sheng. Inside were large chunks of stewed bear meat, tender and soft, as well as peeled eggs.
The baby sobbed, "Daddy, eat. If Daddy eats, he'll get better."
Li Sheng rubbed the little clown's face with his thumb and asked, "Has the little clown eaten?"
Naituan nodded: "I ate. Daddy is asleep. Naituan fed Qiuxiang, Tang Bohu and the little chicks. I also made fish soup for Cuihua and the leopard cub. Naituan and Dameizi finished eating too. This is for Daddy."
Li Sheng's nose tingled with emotion. He could imagine the little girl struggling to do these things. His daughter was truly amazing.
It wasn't just his nose that felt sore; viewers were already moved to tears when they saw the Milk Group methodically doing what Li Sheng usually did after his father collapsed, taking good care of every member in the shelter.
She's just a little kid; even an adult might not be able to do that well.
Li Sheng took a bite of the stewed meat until it was tender and soft, and his sore nose was instantly relieved, making him feel refreshed.
It's so salty!
How much salt was added?
However, looking at the baby's big, expectant eyes filled with tears, the father couldn't bear to say anything negative.
Milkball: "Daddy, eat more, if you eat more you won't get sick."
Mr. Li...
"The milk ball is very well made. The meat stew is very flavorful, tender and melts in your mouth, which is perfect for Dad. The only drawback is that it is a little bit salty..."
He is very good at the art of communication, and he wants to praise the child and then point out the shortcomings, so the child is still very happy, although there is a little regret that too much salt was added.
Then I fetched a bowl of water. I decided to discard the broth and just soak the meat in the water; it was still edible.
After waking up from a nap and eating something, he felt much better. Li Sheng looked outside and saw that it was pitch black. When he looked down at the ground by the door, he could vaguely see a thin layer of snow.
It's snowing?
It's simply unbelievable; the power of nature is truly sophistry.
How could it be snowing here?
However, this was not what he was thinking about. He didn't care about the many unsolved mysteries in the world. What he cared about was how to spend his time in the future and whether the food at each meal would be plentiful and delicious.
He went outside, squatted down, and grabbed a handful to confirm that it was indeed snowing—a heavy, fluffy snowfall. The texture of this snow was different from anything he had experienced before; it was harder.
His brow relaxed. There was a benefit to the snow. He had been wondering how to store the tiger meat after all the rain. Now that it was snowing, he could just skin it and leave it outside.
However, there was a difficult problem: as soon as he came out, he was frozen stiff and immediately retreated back into the house and closed the door.
The temperature inside was quite high, and I didn't feel cold sitting next to the stove.
Cuihua and her cubs huddled together nearby, refusing to go over because it was too cold outside and the shelter they had been given was drafty.
So they simply took the mattress down and let Cuihua and the children sleep on it, with Naituan sleeping with them as well—a natural heater.
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