Forest Ranger: Help! A golden eagle cub is relying on me

Chen Chuan looked at the bucket full of lively fish and sighed, "There are so many fish. I'll be busy today."

If they are not processed, they will no longer be fresh after a long time. And there are so many of them, so we have to clean them up quickly and eat what should be eaten and freeze what should be frozen.

He rolled up his sleeves, took out the chopping board and knife from the kitchen, and prepared to start killing the fish.

"Come on, Big Bear, Little Bear, and Little Heizi, lend a hand!" Chen Chuan called out.

When Sanxiong heard that there was work to do, he immediately became excited.

Big Bear was the most active. He stretched out his big paws to hold down a slippery big fish. Although he used too much strength and almost flattened the fish, his attitude deserves recognition.

Little Heizi was more "elegant". He squatted aside, curiously fiddling with the fish scales scraped off by Chen Chuan with his claws, having a lot of fun.

And what about Xiong Er?

This guy is the smartest.

It came close to Chen Chuan, pretended to nudge the fish on the chopping board with its nose, and then, taking advantage of the moment when Chen Chuan lowered his head to scrape the scales, it picked up a palm-sized fish next to it with lightning speed, turned around and ran to the corner.

It turned its back to Chen Chuan, blocking his view with its huge body, and swallowed the small fish in just a few bites.

After eating, it smacked its lips, licked its paws, then walked back as if nothing had happened and continued to circle around Chen Chuan, its round eyes full of innocence, as if nothing had happened just now.

It thought its actions were covert and unnoticed.

Little did it know that this little action of its had already been clearly seen by the sharp-eyed netizens in the live broadcast room.

The barrage exploded instantly:

"Xiong Er! I saw it! You were eating secretly!"

"Hahahaha, Xiong Er deserves an Oscar for his acting skills!"

"Host, look at your Xiong Er. He is blatantly doing something tricky!"

"Xiong Er: As long as I eat fast enough, no one will notice!"

"The evidence is irrefutable, Xiong Er, you are still pretending!"

Chen Chuan was concentrating on processing the fish in his hand. Hearing the reminder from the barrage, he raised his head, glanced at Xiong Er in the corner, and a barely perceptible smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

He winked at the camera and said in a low voice: "Brothers, keep your voice down and don't expose it."

He paused, continued to scrape the fish scales, and added in a relaxed tone: "How could I not know what this guy is thinking? The look in his eyes when he approached me was not right."

Netizens suddenly realized what was going on and burst into laughter again: "It turns out the host already knew about it and was just watching Xiong Er's performance!"

"Chen Chuan is so mean, he teases Xiong Er on purpose!"

"Xiong Er: I feel a chill on my back..."

"A family of acting geniuses. Even the bear can act!"

Chen Chuan handled the fish skillfully, interacting with netizens while keeping an eye on Xiong Er.

Sure enough, not long after, Xiong Er repeated his old trick and stole two more fish.

Every time after eating, it pretended to be very conscientious, either licking its nose or rubbing Chen Chuan's legs, trying to cover up its "crimes".

Chen Chuan didn't point it out, but occasionally when Xiong Er came closer, he would give him a meaningful look, which made Xiong Er feel uneasy and he would restrain his movements.

In the backyard, the sound of scraping fish scales, the occasional growls of the three bears, the unwilling squeaks of the weasel, and the joyful comments from netizens in the live broadcast room, intertwined together, forming a vivid and warm picture of a winter pasture.

Chen Chuan looked down at the clean fish pieces piled up in the basin, thinking about how to prepare the fish dinner in the evening.

Grilled fish, stewed fish soup, and some fresh vegetables...just thinking about it makes me salivate.

He quickened his movements. The little episode of Xiong Er stealing food actually added a lot of fun to the boring job of killing fish.

Chen Chuan quickly cleaned the last fish with his knife and piled the internal organs and scales aside.

He shook off the water droplets on his hands and looked at the piles of fish fillets in the basin, feeling a great sense of accomplishment.

There is so much fish that you can’t finish it by just grilling or frying it. Stewing a pot of fish soup to warm your body is the best choice.

Thinking of this, he turned and went into the kitchen, and soon he brought out a large iron pot that was big enough to stew a lamb.

Set up the pot, add water, put in a few pieces of processed large fish, and throw in some ginger slices to remove the fishy smell.

Soon, flames lit up in the stove, and fine bubbles began to rise from the water in the pot. The delicious aroma of the fish wafted away with the steam.

The three bears were attracted by the fragrance and kept surrounding the pot.

Big Bear and Little Blackie were relatively reserved, just stretching their necks and sniffing hard.

Xiong Er had completely lost the "shyness" he had just shown when stealing food. His round body pressed against the stove, his drool almost dripping onto the ground, and his throat made an eager "gurgling" sound, as if he wanted to stick his head into the pot.

Chen Chuan was amused by its greedy look and tapped its head gently with the handle of a spoon: "Don't worry, it's not healed yet, be careful not to burn yourself."

Xiong Er groaned twice in grievance, but still refused to move away.

The weasel squatted in a corner not far away, staring at the big iron pot with its little eyes without blinking, obviously looking forward to its own share.

As time passed, the fish soup in the pot gradually became milky white and rich, and the delicious aroma filled the entire backyard, and even the netizens in the live broadcast room seemed to smell it.

"Gulp gurgle..." The fish soup was bubbling, emitting an attractive luster.

"Okay, let's eat!" Chen Chuan picked up a large spoon, stirred it, and made sure the fish meat was stewed until tender.

He first filled a large bowl of warm fish soup for each of the three bears, with wisps of white steam rising from it.

The three bears couldn't wait to start eating, making slurping sounds and even chewing the bones until they were crispy.

Then, Chen Chuan served the food portions to Dahuang, Erha, Daimao and several red fox cubs.

The snow leopard cubs Cheese and Rice Bucket also came over and looked at the fish soup in the bowl curiously.

Chen Chuan prepared small pieces of boneless fish for the two of them and mixed them in warm water.

He took his bowl, walked to the grill and sat down, then smiled at the camera and said, "Brothers, I've been busy all day, I have to reward myself."

He blew on the rim of the bowl and took a careful sip.

As the delicious fish soup slides down my throat, a warm current instantly spreads throughout my body, dispelling the fatigue brought by busyness and the chill of winter.

"Hiss... so comfortable!" Chen Chuan sighed in satisfaction, "This fish soup is absolutely amazing! It's so delicious that it makes your eyebrows drop!"

The comments in the live broadcast room were immediately flooded with comments like “crying with greed”:
"Host, don't just drink it yourself, give us a bowl too!"

"I can smell the fragrance through the screen, my mouth is watering!"

"Drinking this on a cold day is like a divine experience!"

"Chen Chuan, are you still short of employees? Just provide meals!"

Chen Chuan looked at the comments and laughed, "Want to drink? Come to the ranch next time you have a chance, and I'll give you as much as you want!"

Just then, he noticed the movements of several "parents" nearby.

The mother snow leopard lay gracefully not far away, with one paw gently pressing on the back of Cheese who was trying to get closer to the fish soup bowl. Her eyes were calm but filled with unquestionable majesty.

The mother red fox also stood vigilantly beside her cubs, and whenever any of the little ones tried to sneak out to join in the fun, she would immediately push them back with her nose.

Even the mother vulture stood by the nest, scanning the eager little vultures with her sharp eyes and making a low warning cry.

"Hey, it seems the lesson from last time was very profound." Chen Chuan said to the camera with a smile, "Several mothers are watching their children closely now, fearing that their children will cause trouble again." Netizens also laughed:

"Haha, once bitten by a snake, you'll be afraid of ropes for ten years!"

“Moms: It’s not easy to take care of a baby, always be vigilant!”

"Little Baldy: I'm having a hard time. I can't even have a sip of soup."

Chen Chuan drank a few sips of soup and suddenly remembered the lonely weasel who was still waiting in the corner.

He picked out a palm-sized piece of well-cooked fish from the basin, put it on a small plate, and brought it to the weasel.

"Here, little one, take your share."

Unexpectedly, the weasel ignored the plate altogether. It aimed at the thick piece of fish meat, accelerated and sprinted forward. With a "puff", its entire small body burrowed into the fish meat!
Only its furry butt and tail were exposed, and its two front paws were digging frantically and its mouth was making satisfied "squeaks", obviously feasting on the fish meat.

This funny scene ignited the live broadcast room again.

"Fuck! Has Lingwei discovered a new way to eat?"

“The immersive way of chewing fish meat made me laugh to death!”

"Weasel: I finally got some food! And it's in the fish's stomach!"

“It fulfilled its dream of getting inside a big fish!”

"Chen Chuan, quickly see if it will be suffocated by the fish meat..."

Chen Chuan didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He poked the weasel's exposed butt with his finger and said, "Hey, eat slowly. No one is going to snatch it from you."

The weasel twisted its body and continued to work hard, completely immersed in the world of food.

Chen Chuan shook his head and continued to drink his fish soup, enjoying the warmth and comfort of this winter.

After drinking the soup, he leaned back in his chair comfortably, looking at the satisfied looks of the animals, feeling warm in his heart.

Inadvertently, he glanced out the window.

At some point, snowflakes started falling from the sky again.

At first there were just a few scattered pieces, but soon they became dense, one piece after another, one cluster after another, spinning and flying, gently covering the yard that had just been swept.

The snow is falling heavily again.

Chen Chuan stared blankly at the white world outside the window, and something in his heart moved slightly.

This snow seems to be heavier than the previous ones.

I'm afraid the temperature is going to drop again.

He subconsciously looked in the direction of the vulture hut.

The snowflakes fall silently and time passes quietly.

Counting the days, November is getting closer and closer.

The vulture family is about to leave...the day of migration south is not far away.

The snow fell heavier and heavier.

The yard that had just been swept was suddenly covered with a thin layer of white.

The wind blew up the snowflakes, whistling past with a biting chill.

After Chen Chuan drank the last mouthful of fish soup, warmth spread from his stomach, dispelling a lot of the coldness. However, somewhere in his heart, he felt a different feeling because of the increasing snow.

He stood up, brushed off the grass debris on his body, and walked towards the vulture's hut.

From a distance, I saw a nimble figure hovering in the low sky.

It's Xiaobalu.

Its wings flapped vigorously and powerfully, no longer crooked as before, and its take-off and landing were also much smoother. It was obvious that Daimao's "devil training" and bribery with dried meat during this period were very effective.

Daimao stood on the roof of the shack, with his head held high and his chest puffed out, looking like the proud hero.

The mother vulture stood quietly by, following her cub with sharp eyes, and seemed to approve of its performance.

Chen Chuan walked closer, a pleased smile appeared on his face, and he was about to say a few words of compliment.

At this moment, the mother vulture spread her huge wings and slowly landed not far from Chen Chuan.

It didn't look at Chen Chuan, but looked up at the gloomy sky, then looked down at the little bald guy who was still practicing flying.

Then, it let out a few low and desolate calls, the sound piercing through the wind and snow, carrying a resolute and ancient breath, as if announcing something.

The smile on Chen Chuan's face froze slightly.

The meaning is obvious.

time to go.

Counting the days, it is indeed almost time for them to migrate south.

The little bald cat seemed to understand its mother's call. It circled, landed on the ground awkwardly, and ran to Chen Chuan's feet.

It rubbed its head gently against Chen Chuan's trouser leg, and made a few low growls in its throat that sounded filled with grievance and reluctance.

It looked at Chen Chuan, then at Dai Mao not far away, and the little friends it had played with in the yard, and finally looked at its mother, its little eyes full of hesitation.

The mother vulture called again, her voice a little harsher, with an unquestionable urging.

It gently nudged the little bald guy with its wings.

Chen Chuan squatted down and touched the little bald boy's head. The feathers were a little rough, but they carried the warmth of life.

"Go ahead, follow your mother." He said softly, his voice full of warmth, "The world outside is big, you should go and see it."

He stood up and looked at the mother vulture, saying calmly and sincerely, "I know it's time for you to go. Thank you for your trust in me and for entrusting the little vulture to me."

He paused and added: "Have a good trip. You are welcome to come back to the ranch next spring."

The mother vulture looked at Chen Chuan deeply, and a complex emotion seemed to flash in her sharp eyes.

Chapter 778 The snow is heavy again, and the vultures are leaving

The little bald boy rubbed Chen Chuan again, then walked towards his mother, looking back every few steps.

Just then, several small figures ran out from the side.

It's cheese, rice bucket, and a few red fox cubs.

They seemed to feel the atmosphere of parting, with confusion and reluctance on their little faces.

Cheese ran in the front. It picked up a piece of dried meat from the corner where it hid things and placed it carefully in front of the little baldy.

Glutton and the red fox cubs followed suit, taking out their own secretly hidden treasures - perhaps a small piece of fruit, or a bone that had been chewed till it was shiny - and piling them at the feet of the little bald man.

The little bald boy stared blankly at these "parting gifts", then looked at his little friends who he had been with day and night, and a whimpering sound came from his throat.

The mother vulture urged again, and it took the lead to take off, its huge wings drawing powerful arcs in the wind and snow.

Xiaobalu took one last look at Chen Chuan, Daimao, his friends and the gifts on the ground, and finally made up his mind. He flapped his wings hard and followed his mother into the sky. (End of this chapter)