The arrogant little husband is desperately flirting with the hunter

When the sun was about to set, Yan Zhenshen built a small fire outside the yard. When the two of them went up the mountain to chat, they talked about roasted pheasant, and Chu Xiao suddenly wanted to eat it. Yan Zhenshen naturally agreed to her husband's request.

I shot several pheasants without taking a rest when I got to the mountain. It's autumn now and all animals are gaining weight, so the pheasants I shot were very fat.

The fat fell into the fire and made a crackling sound. Chu Xiao took out the hot steamed buns and planned to eat them with the roast chicken.

Farmers usually eat chicken to make soup, saying that chicken soup is nourishing, but eating too much will make people feel sick and they always want to eat something fresh.

Yan Zhenshen turned the pheasant in his hand while sprinkling seasonings on it. He also added some ginger juice to remove the fishy smell. If he was eating it himself, he would probably just sprinkle some salt and pepper on it, anyway, just to fill his stomach.

But what I give to my husband cannot be so casual, I have to use all my best skills.

Chu Xiao couldn't help swallowing his saliva when he smelled the aroma of the pheasant, "How long will it take to get better?"

Yan Zhenshen turned the pheasant over again and said, "It will take a while."

Several hunting dogs came over after smelling the scent, but none of them got too close. They just squatted a few meters away with their tongues stretched out and drooling.

Instead, the little wolf cub ran over and almost jumped into the fire. Chu Xiao was so scared that he picked it up by the scruff of the neck and wanted to throw it into the fire as if to scare it.

The wolf cub seemed to be a little afraid of fire, and kept whining. Chu Xiao put it on the ground and said, "If you don't behave, I'll roast wolf meat tonight."

"If I want to eat wolf meat, I can go and hunt one, but the old hunter said that wolf meat is not tasty." Yan Zhenshen continued his actions to ensure that the pheasant was heated evenly.

Chu Xiao always heard Yan Zhenshen talk about old hunters, and he knew that both the thatched cottage on the mountain and the one in Anning Village used to belong to the old hunter, but he had never heard the Yan family mention who this person was.

"Is this old hunter your master?"

Yan Zhenshen shook his head. "No one knows the old hunter's surname or name. Everyone calls him the old hunter. He is not from Anning Village. No one knows where he came from. Anyway, he spends most of his time in the mountains. After hunting, he goes down the mountain to exchange money for wine. Later, as he got older, he built a thatched hut on the edge of the village."

"I was probably 11 or 12 years old when the thatched hut was built. A bunch of half-grown kids would run over to listen to his stories. Later, when my family was in trouble, he asked me to go hunting with him in the mountains. He said we weren't master and disciple, but since he was older, it would be safer to have a companion."

Chu Xiao nodded: "Where is he now?"

Yan Zhenshen shrugged, "I don't know either. I followed him in the mountains for two years. I went home once and didn't see him again. He only left me a letter. The old hunter couldn't read and drew several pictures. I guess he probably went home and wanted to return to his roots."

After saying that, Yan Zhenshen took out a knife, scraped off a piece of meat from the pheasant's skin, put it in a bowl and handed it to Chu Xiao: "The meat on the skin is the most delicious, you eat it first."

Chu Xiao took it and tasted it, and immediately gave a thumbs up: "This is delicious."

The crust is roasted to a crispy and dry texture, sprinkled with chili powder and pepper powder, and it tastes especially spicy and fragrant.

Yan Zhenshen tore off another chicken wing and put it in his bowl, smiling and saying, "The wings will burn if they are roasted for too long, so it's just right to eat them now."

Chu Xiao looked at the originally complete chicken that was now missing a piece here and a piece there, and joked, "Fortunately I don't have obsessive-compulsive disorder, otherwise it would be really uncomfortable to see it missing arms and legs."

Yan Zhenshen cut a few more times and almost finished peeling the skin of a chicken: "The grilled fish tastes good too. I'll grill it for you when the weather cools down."

Chu Xiao would not think about food unless he saw it or someone mentioned it, but he would feel greedy as soon as others talked about it.

"Then let's go cast a net tomorrow. It would be great if we could catch some shrimps and crabs. I'll make drunken crabs and drunken shrimps for us."

In fact, when Yan Zhenshen saw the two cans of wine outside the yard that day, he was a little curious about what his husband bought them for. After all, his husband seemed to hate the taste of wine. Now he knew what they were for after hearing them.

Drunken shrimps and drunken crabs are available in restaurants, but they are not cheap at all. Yan Zhenshen has only heard of them but never eaten them. Now that he hears that his husband is going to make them, he is looking forward to it.

I don’t know if the roast chicken was really delicious or because it was roasted by Brother Shen, but Chu Xiao was so full after this meal that he lay down on the recliner and didn’t want to move at all.

Yan Zhenshen pulled him to go out to digest his food, but he refused to do so and just lay there lazily, refusing to move at all.

Several hunting dogs were still chewing bones outside the yard and were reluctant to go into the yard. Only the wolf cub couldn't bite the bones at all, but still held one in its mouth and lay at Chu Xiao's feet, grinding its teeth hard.

Seeing that it was having a hard time chewing the fruit, Chu Xiao took out a fruit and placed it in front of it. The wolf cub looked at the fruit, then at the bones, and after hesitating for a moment, he pounced on the fruit. After all, the fruit Chu Xiao was holding was soft, and he didn't need to use his teeth at all. He just bit a little bit of the skin and sucked out the sweet flesh.

The only bad thing is that this wolf cub is not clean at all and eats a fruit all over the place.

Chu Xiao grabbed it by the scruff of the neck and threw it directly into the washing basin. This little thing was really unbearable if it wasn't washed for a day.

The wolf cub was tortured again and hid dejectedly beside Taxue, not wanting to pay any attention to the human who always threw it into the water.

Yan Zhenshen cleaned up the fire outside the yard, looked at the fruit pulp scattered all over the ground by the wolf cub and said, "Wolves are carnivores. You really treat it like a dog."

Chu Xiao glanced at the wilted wolf cub, and then said unhappily, "Let it be. If it wants to be a wolf when it grows up, it can return to the forest and be a lone wolf. If it wants to be a dog, it can be a good guard at home. I don't want to make a choice for it."

Yan Zhenshen remained noncommittal. There were lone wolves in the mountains, some were abandoned since childhood and survived by luck, and some were driven out by the wolf pack. However, lone wolves had a hard time surviving, and many of them could not even survive a winter.

Yan Zhenshen tidied up the house inside and out, and Chu Xiao had already fallen asleep on the recliner.

The wolf cub, who had a resentful look on his face just now, was also sleeping soundly on Chu Xiao's shoes. Yan Zhenshen first put the wolf cub to Taxue, then turned around and picked up his husband and went into the west room.

Chu Xiao was a light sleeper to begin with, and he woke up as soon as Yan Zhenshen touched him, but he didn't open his eyes and let the man carry him into the room and put him down.

As soon as the man turned off the lights and got on the kang, he would rush over to him, saying that he wanted to hear a story.

There is no need to say more about what the story is about.

The sounds coming from the house were intermittent. The three hounds were used to it, but the wolf cub didn't understand at all. He just kept scratching at the door when he heard his owner's voice.

The crunching scratching sound continued until midnight. If Chu Xiao wasn't so tired, he really wanted to go and see if the wolf cub's claws were still okay.