Raising Cubs in Another World

"Brother Song, why is the sauce on this corn cob different from the others?"

Song Ning looked at Bo Le, who was studying modestly, and said with a smile: "Different ingredients have different cooking techniques, and the seasonings required will also be different. Corn cobs with honey sauce will taste soft and glutinous. The sweetness of the honey sauce, but the spices add another layer of flavor.”

It sounds very mysterious, but it’s good to eat anyway.

Bo Le nodded, agreeing very much, "As long as Brother Song makes it, it's delicious."

"Oh~" Song Ning blinked mischievously, leaned over, and whispered beside his earlobe, "Then when will you accompany me to eat Mala Tang?"

As soon as the words 'Ma La Tang' sounded, Bo Le, whose eyes were bright because of Song Ning's initiative to get close, took a step back in the next second, solemnly shaking his head under Song Ning's playful eyes.

"Hey, I'm just kidding, why are you so afraid." Song Ning clicked his tongue softly. If he really agreed, he would not want to let the little wolf cub suffer. People who can't eat spicy food will have serious side effects after eating spicy food. of.

Rejection is a small matter, but failure to protect the chrysanthemum is a big problem.

When he thought of the picture of the little wolf cub running to the toilet with his butt clutched, he felt both funny and distressed.

After the corn cobs were roasted, Song Ning gave one to Bo Le, and the other to Yang Xiaoyi. Bo Le didn't even have a chance to stop him. It turned black into charcoal.

Why did I take two? Isn't it just to be able to share one with Song Ning? As a result, this Yang Xiaoyi has no eyesight at all. As soon as Song Ning handed something over, she would wag her tail like a pug. Go to the front and take it.

Song Ning shivered, the temperature around him dropped in vain, he turned his head to look at Po Le, Po Le glanced at Yang Xiaoyi for a moment, returned to his usual appearance, and stared at Song Ning blankly.

I only heard Song Ning ask him in a low voice: "What's the matter, is it not delicious?"

Song Ning lowered his eyes and looked at the intact corn on the cob in his hand, didn't he want to eat it, why didn't he move.

"No." Pole couldn't pretend to be silent, and shook his head and said, "I want to leave the other one for you."

The sapphire blue eyes were covered with a look of grievance. It seemed that Song Ning's actions just now had hurt him deeply. eyelashes.

Such a vivid expression reminded Song Ning of when Bo Le was a little wolf cub.Whenever Song Ning teased him, he would show this aggrieved look, and then just ignore him.

"My fault, I'll bake another one right now, can you bring it to me again?" Song Ning coaxed with a smile.

Bo Le: "..." Here it is again, in Song Ning's eyes at this time, he is just an awkward child, but this is clearly what he wants.

Suddenly, Yang Xiaoyi, who was holding a corn cob, came over and said, "Brother Song, you should eat this."

Song Ning was startled by his sudden utterance. When she turned her head to look at him, she found that Yang Xiaoyi's radiant face had drooped. Pull out a smile that is uglier than crying.

"Brother Song, it's my fault, I shouldn't have taken it."

Song Ning: "I..." I didn't blame you.

Skull pain.

What happened to these two little guys?

Everyone started to quarrel, and it was difficult for him to be caught in the middle.

"Well, Brother Song and I are actually not very hungry. As a chef, I am willing to eat any of you, and I am very happy." Song Ning took a deep breath, and immediately continued on the eve of Bole's face drooping, "I also understand Lele's heart. I'm really touched by your consideration for me. Our Lele has finally grown up."

So, he saw that Yang Xiaoyi was about to cry, "As for Xiaoyi, you are so caring, Brother Song is also very happy."

Yang Xiaoyi has always adhered to this golden retriever attribute. He is a warm-hearted little brother. When Song Ning said this, his expression that was about to cry immediately unfolded, and he laughed in the next second. He heard Song Ning's gentle and pleasant voice and said, "So You eat first, and I will reward myself well."

Song Ning raised his hand to touch Bo Le's head, rubbed his soft hair, and said, "Also, if you don't eat beef skewers and eggplants, it will be cold."

"Then you can let go of your hand." Bole said calmly.

"Ah, okay." Song Ning naturally put down her hands, pretending not to notice the messed up hairstyle.

This barbecue was full of emotional ups and downs. Every time Song Ning completed a part of the barbecue, he had to make sure that the emotions of the two little guys were in a stable state, and then carefully picked up one of the two under the burning eyes of the two, laughing and crying. Eat up.

When he finished eating, Bo Le and Yang Xiaoyi would smile and finish the barbecue as quickly as possible.

In the end, Song Ning was overwhelmed unexpectedly.

Rubbing her chubby belly, hiccupping, propping up her waist with one hand, walking back and forth a few times inconveniently, speeding up and disappearing.

Seeing his appearance, Bo Le thoughtfully ran to the living room in the front yard and brewed a pot of high mountain tea for him. The tea leaves were picked from the tea trees on the top of the back mountain. The method of frying is to fry the tea leaves into grains as big as tadpoles.

When drinking, soak in boiling water, the tea leaves will expand again, and the green ground will float in the water, which looks very beautiful.

The smell is even better.

It's just that Bo Le and Yang Xiaoyi are not used to drinking, and they can't bear the way of enjoying after a little bitterness.

It's a pity, if there is a tea friend, it would be great. Drinking tea together in normal times, chatting and chatting with each other, it would be a special feeling in my heart.

——Uh, I lost my mind.

Song Ning calmed down, took the tea cup handed over by Bole, filled the cup with a few pieces of tea leaves, used the method Song Ning taught him, poured 12 tea leaves into a cup of tea, and added it before refilling the water after drinking. 4 capsules, the tea brewed in this way will always taste fresh.

He pursed his lips and took a sip, squinted his eyes slightly, and let out a satisfied soft hum.

Bole's eyes were shining, and under the darkness, his eyes became darker blue. He asked softly, "Is it good? Have you made any progress?"

"Yes." Song Ning nodded, not to coax him, but to really improve.

He continued to drink a few more sips before saying, "It tastes sweet and leaves a fragrance between the teeth, this tea is good, and the way to make it is also good."

"Then you drink first, and I'll clean up the leftovers." Bo Le smiled contentedly, rolled up his sleeves, and followed Yang Xiaoyi to pack things like the barbecue grill and seasoning bottles into a bag made of hemp rope.

When he first came here, he didn't know what this thing was used for. Later Song Ning said that this is called a garbage bag, which is specially used to hold unnecessary things and can be recycled again.

Sounds useful.

After cleaning up, he came to the backyard with Yang Xiaoyi, where there was a pile of rubbish waiting to be burned. At this moment, there were only the two of them left, and Bo Le's faint expression on his face began to turn gloomy.

Even Yang Xiaoyi's air pressure was a little low.

He followed Bo Le, and the distance between the two was four steps. After Bo Le dumped the garbage in the hemp rope bag into the garbage dump, he turned his head, looked at Yang Xiaoyi coldly with dark blue eyes, and remained silent.

A creepy chill rose from the soles of her feet, Yang Xiaoyi subconsciously stiffened her back, looked at Bo Le vigilantly, and said, "You, what do you want to say?"

"I should ask you this question." Bo Le said coldly.

"What do you mean?" Yang Xiaoyi didn't quite understand, he just liked Brother Song, and it wasn't his fault.

Bo Le lowered his eyes, pinching the other finger with his fingers lightly, he took a step forward slowly, seeing Yang Xiaoyi take a step back from the corner of his eyes, he couldn't help but sneered.

At this time, I was afraid.

"I said, don't get close to Song Ning."

"What's the matter?" Yang Xiaoyi yelled suddenly, "Why can you get close to Brother Song, but I, I can't!"

Bole's kneading fingers paused, and the eyes hidden under the eyelashes flashed a sinister light, and he raised his eyelids to look at Yang Xiaoyi who was pretending to be calm.

"Because he's mine."

The author has something to say: two people compete, and one person wins in the end.

Crying in my heart: Fight!fight! ! !

Bo Le: Don't think about it, I won't do such low-level things as fighting.