American Landowners: Starting with Hunting in Alaska

Chapter 80 The blizzard finally subsides, dawn breaks and fresh porridge arrives.

Six o'clock sharp.

Suwei's biological clock woke him up on time.

The room was dimly lit, and the white mist from the humidifier swirled in the dim light.

The occasional "click" from the old radiator made the small apartment even quieter.

Suwei sat up from the sofa, the blanket slipping onto the carpet.

I slept very soundly.

The "Eliminate Fatigue" effect of the Life Module has no effect outside of his home, but last night's high-carbohydrate dinner and good sleep still restored his energy.

He turned to look out the window.

Emily curled up in the blankets, her long golden hair scattered messily on the pillow, only half of her face showing.

Marshmallow lay on the blanket at her feet, curling herself into a white, fluffy ball, rising and falling with her breath.

Su Wei moved quietly, stepping barefoot on the floor.

Despite being careful, the old wooden floor still creaked.

The blanket on the bed shifted slightly.

"—Soviet?"

His voice was muffled, carrying the languor of someone just waking up.

Emily peeked out from under the covers, rubbing her face sleepily. "What time is it?"

"Six o'clock." Su Wei bent down to pick up the blanket from the ground and folded it neatly. "It's still early, sleep a little longer."

Emily struggled to prop herself up, her blonde hair a mess, like a bird's nest.

She glanced at the dark sky outside the window, then at Suwei, who was putting on her sweater.

"Are you leaving?"

"I'm meeting Blake at eight." Suwei put on his gray sweater and straightened his collar. "I need to go to the Fish and Hunting Bureau to pick up some equipment."

"Then I won't see you off—" Emily yawned, her body going limp as she slumped back onto the pillow. "There's bread in the fridge, help yourself—"

"There's enough time."

Su Wei walked towards the small kitchen. "There's some leftover seafood from last night, let's make some porridge."

Emily groaned softly in bed, but did not object.

The kitchen light was switched on.

The warm yellow light from the DVD player dispelled the chill of the early morning.

Su Wei skillfully took out the ingredients she had specially saved from the refrigerator last night.

Two spotted prawns, a few pieces of sliced ​​red salmon meat, and a small handful of squid tentacles.

There is no earthenware pot.

Suwei found a stainless steel soup pot with a lid.

This stuff tends to stick to the bottom when cooking porridge, so you have to keep an eye on the heat.

Rinse the rice, put it in the pot, and add water.

The gas stove lit up with a "pop," and blue flames licked the bottom of the pot.

Su Wei picked up the kitchen knife.

Remove the heads from the spot shrimp.

But instead of discarding the shrimp heads, he used a small frying pan and poured in a little oil.

Add the shrimp heads to the pot.

Press down with a shovel.

"Sizzle—"

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The bluish-gray shrimp heads quickly turn red under high temperature, and the shrimp roe inside is fried out, turning orange-red when mixed with oil.

A burst of caramelized aroma instantly filled the air.

This flavor is too overpowering.

Emily, who was still lazing in bed, sniffed.

Marshmallow's ears twitched, and its head popped out from under its big tail.

Su Wei poured the fried shrimp oil, along with the shrimp heads, directly into the soup pot next to him.

The originally clear rice water immediately turned a golden-red color.

Finely shredded ginger is added to remove any fishy smell.

Cover the pot and simmer over low heat.

While the porridge was cooking, Su Wei turned around and went into the bathroom.

Turn on the faucet.

The cool tap water splashed on my face, and the lingering sleepiness instantly vanished.

The man in the mirror had a layer of bluish stubble on his chin.

Suwei applied shaving foam and picked up the razor.

He placed his phone on the sink and turned on a local radio station.

After a buzzing sound of electricity, a brisk male voice spoke.

"Good morning, Kodiak. I have some good news for everyone: the extratropical cyclone that has been bothering us for almost a week has finally rolled away. The weather bureau has just issued an end-of-war warning, and the high-pressure belt is moving in from the north—"

Suwei scraped the foam off his chin.

"—The next week will be all good weather. Wind force level 3, excellent visibility. Lazybones who are still staying at home all winter, it's time to get out and work."

Suwei washed the foam off her face and dried it with a towel.

He pushed open the bathroom ventilation window, which could only be opened thirty degrees outwards.

Cold air seeped in through the gaps.

There was no whistling wind.

The outside world was so quiet you couldn't hear a sound.

The snow under the streetlights was thick, but no more snowflakes were falling.

Although the sky was still pitch black, the oppressive leaden clouds had dispersed, revealing a few sparse stars.

The blizzard has really stopped.

This is good news for the hunters.

The new snow covered all the old traces, and creatures that moved after the snow stopped left incredibly clear paths on the paper-white snow.

Whether it's an animal or a human.

Su Wei closed the window and walked out of the bathroom.

The living room was already filled with the aroma of porridge.

Emily is already up.

She wore a thick cashmere shawl and hopped on one leg to the dining table.

"It smells so good."

She stared at the steam rising from the pot lid. "It smells so good! Suwei, your cooking skills are beyond my imagination. When did you learn to cook so many dishes?"

"Life and study."

Su Wei lifted the lid of the pot.

The rice grains have blossomed, absorbing the shrimp oil and becoming sticky and soft.

He added the chopped shrimp, squid tentacles, and diced red salmon.

It doesn't need to be cooked for too long.

The piping hot rice porridge will cook these ingredients in just one minute.

Sprinkle with salt and white pepper.

Finally, there's a handful of bright green scallions.

Turn off the heat.

Two white porcelain bowls were placed on the table.

Su Weisheng handed over a bowl.

The congee base is golden yellow, with pink shrimp and red fish meat peeking out from under the porridge, garnished with chopped scallions.

Cooking complete. Quality: Excellent.

[Cooking experience +10.]

[Temporary buff triggered: Warming Stomach (trace amount). Reduces energy consumption by 5% for two hours after consumption.]

Emily couldn't wait to scoop up a spoonful.

It's very hot.

But she couldn't bear to spit it out, so she breathed on it and swallowed it whole after a couple of quick swallows.

"call----"

A warm current slid down my esophagus into my stomach.

fresh.

No MSG is needed; the shrimp oil from the spot shrimp is a natural umami enhancer.

Although the red salmon meat was cooked, it remained tender because it was cut into small pieces.

The spiciness of white pepper stimulates the taste buds and warms the whole body.

"He's alive."

Emily squinted, and the weariness caused by the pain and cold seemed to lessen considerably.

The cotton candy spun anxiously under the table, its two front paws tugging at Suwei's trouser leg.

Suwei picked out the two pieces of fish from her bowl, blew on them to cool them, and placed them in her palm.

The little fox immediately came over, its wet nose nuzzling Su Wei's palm, and with a flick of its tongue, it swallowed the meat, then rubbed against his wrist in a flattering manner.

[Beast Taming Module Experience +2]

"You spoil it too much," Emily mumbled between sips of porridge. "If Blake saw you feeding the fox sockeye salmon, he'd definitely call you a spendthrift."

"You need to be well-fed to grow hair."

After finishing the last mouthful of porridge, Su Wei stood up and cleared away the dishes.

"Leave it there," Emily said, pressing his hand down. "You're in a hurry. I can still do this little bit of work. I broke my leg, not my arm."

Su Wei glanced at her but did not insist.

He walked to the entrance, put on the heavy winter coat, and wore a black knitted hat.

The clock on the wall pointed to 7:30.

"Soviet Union".

Emily suddenly called out to him.

She was still holding a spoon in her hand, and her shawl had slipped halfway down, revealing a light pink nightgown underneath.

"That poacher—" she paused, as if organizing her thoughts, "if it's too dangerous, let Blake risk his life himself."

He's paid by the government; you're just a temporary worker.

Suwei inspected all the equipment.

Hunting knife, binoculars, high-calorie portable food such as compressed biscuits, a water bottle filled with hot water, a backpack, and the hunter's license that I just received yesterday.

"I will. Life is more important than anything else."

Suwei opened the door, and the cold morning air rushed in instantly, dispelling the warmth inside.

He glanced back.

Under the warm yellow light, a blonde girl held a bowl of hot porridge, with a white fox lying at her feet.

"Also, so that we can eat porridge more peacefully in the future."

The door lock is engaged.

"Click".

That warmth was shut out behind the door.

Su Wei turned and walked into the stairwell, her footsteps echoing in the empty corridor.

Time to get to work.

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