super hill god

Chapter 22 Spirit Bear

When the first ray of sunlight appeared in the morning, Chen Yang had already started to work in the kitchen, lighting up the gas stove, the gorgeous light blue flame was beating, the small flame was like a cheerful child, swaying left and right, without stopping for a moment.

Put the large iron pan covered with black rust and polished oil on it, pour half a bowl of peanut oil on it, and after a while, there was a sound of "呲啦", and a series of small bubbles began to emerge from the oil in the iron pan. also gradually increased.

From the refrigerated room on the upper floor of the refrigerator, Chen Yang took out a large iron basin, white and fat old mountain dragons with thick thumbs and long and short chopsticks piled up inside and twisted into a mess.

The scientific name of this old mountain dragon is quite interesting, it is called tequila worm. I didn't know much about it before, but now I know that before putting it in the oil pan, soak it in white wine overnight, and the taste is really good.

Chen Yang leaned down and sniffed it lightly with his nose. It tasted really good. After steeping in old white wine, there was a fresh smell of food and an intoxicating aroma, which made people want to stop.

Suddenly, he felt something grabbing his trousers, and suddenly lowered his head, Chen Yang saw a fluffy little bear cub covered in snow.

It was this little guy who pretended to be a ghost and ran behind Chen Yang last night, scaring him a lot.

This is clearly a bear cub, but his whole body is white, his chubby body has no specks of color except for his eyes, his round head looks very festive, Chen Yang took it home without thinking.

What the hell is this little guy?

Chen Yang worked until twelve o'clock in the morning last night before he found the answer he wanted from a niche animal website.

This is the white spirit bear, a mutant species of the Asian black bear, and the probability of occurrence is less than one in [-].

The white fur of the white spirit bear is not due to albinism, and it is also closer to the Asian black bear than the polar bear in blood. Its white fur is caused by a recessive gene unique to the gene pool of this species.

The white spirit bear has round ears, a long nose, thick hair, a thick and fat body, stubby limbs, but strong and powerful, and is a circle larger than ordinary Asian black bears.

There are a lot of introductions about Bai Lingxiong, and Chen Yang knows one thing, this kind of bear is quite rare, if you smear some ink on your body, you might be able to pretend to be a panda.

The heat is almost ready, and the temperature in the big iron pot is just right. Chen Yang uses chopsticks to spread a thick layer of milky white batter on the drunk Lao Shanlong, and throws them into the boiling oil pot one by one, and the inside boils immediately. Bursts of oily smoke wafted up, and the mellow smell of wine was mixed with the strong smell of meat, which merged into a strange fragrance, which made Chen Yang swallow his saliva continuously.

This little white bear got angry. It kept patting Chen Yang's trousers with its small bear claws, and bumped it with its round head from time to time. It was cute and cute, making people like it.

Probably hungry, Chen Yang once again took out a bag of pure milk from the upper refrigerator compartment, cut a hole with a kitchen knife, poured it into a bowl, and handed it to the little white bear.

It's really good, immediately be honest, the little white bear sat cross-legged on the ground, holding the bowl in his arms, sticking out his bright red tongue, like a car's windshield wiper, sweeping back and forth in the bowl, and within a short while, there was nothing left to eat.

There was no food left, and the quarrel started again. The little white bear crawled onto Chen Yang's body and pulled it with two small paws. His small eyes were black and shiny, like a child having a temper tantrum, and he would not let him go.

"Little Xiongxiong." Mengmeng just woke up, rubbing her dim sleepy eyes with her tender white hands, wearing a khaki Garfield puppet costume, with a small tail dragging behind her buttocks, when she saw the little white bear, she rushed over .

Hearing the sound and looking at the posture, the little white bear immediately shuddered, his long hair suddenly exploded, his body tensed up, his round head twisted like a rattle, his limbs moved in unison, and he was about to run road action.

The owner of this voice has left an indelible imprint on Little White Bear's young mind. It is so terrifying that he shudders when he thinks about it.

Being squished and rounded like a doll, everything from the body to the soul has been severely ravaged. The despair and the desolation cannot be felt without being there.

But it was still too late, Mengmeng took a big stride, straightened her small body, and directly blocked the only entrance to the kitchen, with the power of a man guarding the gate, and no one can open it.

Little Pyrenees never gave up struggling, he lived and fought, and never gave up hope until the last moment.

But the cruel reality, like cracked glass, is full of cracks, and the little white bear is still unable to escape Mengmeng's claws. He is held tightly in his arms, flattened and rounded, and his hands are raised and lowered. His small black eyes are moist. It was as if there were crystal teardrops falling.

The little white bear was miserable, and Mengmeng's tender white hands, which were like steel pliers, tightly strangled his neck, regardless of the three sevens and twenty ones, the little chubby legs were drooping, and he was directly dragged away, gradually going away.

Chen Yang is too lazy to care about this kind of thing. Deep-fried old mountain dragon is his main dish.

Almost, in the big iron pan, in the hot peanut oil, there are old mountain dragons fried into fritters, golden and yellow, exuding a strange aroma, this is an indescribable taste, the aroma of wine and meat , perfectly blended together, making the gluttons in people's stomachs hooked out,
No more, not caring about scalding his mouth, Chen Yang picked up an old mountain dragon that was fried into golden yellow with chopsticks. It was steaming hot and fragrant, and he took a small bite of the crispy skin on the surface.

Sweet, crisp and refreshing, the fat and tender meat is fried until it is browned and crispy. The rich gravy is wrapped under the crispy skin. It is slightly oily in the morning light, and the tangy aroma hits.

I can't stand it, this wonderful taste is like the secret sybril pumpkin pie in French cuisine. The crispy skin on the surface is refreshing and delicious, and the wine juice and worm meat inside are blended together. When you bite lightly, it is like gushing The spring water is out of control.

This is the ultimate enjoyment of life. Every bit of life seems insignificant, but it is worth aftertaste, chewing, and feeling good from it.

In one breath, I couldn't stop. I swallowed five old mountain dragons that were fried to a golden yellow.

After a while, Chen Yang was overwhelmed, and the food was clean. Fortunately, there was still a lot of stock in the freezer on the lower floor of the refrigerator. Otherwise, if the three little girls couldn't eat it, they would definitely have trouble.

After eating and drinking enough, Chen Yang took a big stride towards the front yard, and stopped in front of a burly old tree.

This is an old peach tree hundreds of years old. Three or four people can't hold it together, but the bark is cracked, like broken ceramic bricks. big hole.

It is the time when spring is warm and flowers are blooming, and everything is rejuvenating, but there are no new buds on the bare branches.

This old peach tree has already exhausted its lifespan, and died decades ago, without any sign of life.

But Chen Yangneng could feel that under its gloomy appearance, there was a bud that was just about to move, ready to emerge.

Resting and concentrating, Chen Yang closed his eyes, leaned forward with his right hand, and gently supported this old peach tree. The natural energy in his body poured down like a river bursting its embankment, and all of it was input into this withered tree. in the body.

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