Chapter 1853

Mi Ran'er looked around and couldn't find a container to cook chicken soup. Finally, she reluctantly gave up her love, took out her kettle, cut off the top section and left the bottom.

It's a big container.

Besides, the kettle is iron and can't burn.

I have containers. Now I have to go to the forest and get a pheasant back.

Although the wound on her body was still very uncomfortable, MI Ran'er came out of the cave with a slingshot for GUS.

When preparing to go down the mountain, MI Ran'er met a little girl. When she approached, she recognized that she was the girl who cried in the forest last time.

The granddaughter of the elder.

"Sister Ran'er, where are you going?" the little girl asked in a soft voice.

She moved her nose. "Sister Ran'er, why is there a smell of blood on you? Are you hurt?"

Mi Ran'er nodded, "yes... But it's not too serious. Don't worry, eh, do you know where there are pheasants?"

"The place with the most pheasants is in the forest at the foot of the mountain. However, it's night at this time. Most pheasants have returned to their nests. Does sister Ran'er have to go hunting? Are you alone, can you see clearly what's in the dark mountain forest at night?"

The little girl patted mi Ran'er's little hand. "Sister Ran'er, wait for me here. I'll go to the pheasant's nest and catch you a fat pheasant."

Mi Ran'er was worried about whether the little girl could do it.

But I thought that the little girl was a wolf. Anyway, it was much better than smearing herself.

Then he nodded, "be careful yourself."

"Yes."

The little girl jumped down the mountain.

Mi Raner sat on a stone and waited quietly.

Soon, a snow-white wolf jumped up with a pheasant in his mouth.

The pheasant's neck has been bitten off by the wolf. The pheasant is very big and looks about seven or eight kilograms.

Mi Raner quickly picked it up.

"Thank you very much. You're very good. You've got it so quickly. If I hadn't found the nest of pheasants yet."

The little girl turned into a man and smiled at Mi Raner, "isn't my brother hurt? Grandpa is busy, so I tried to go hunting alone. This may be the instinct of the wolf. After one time, I became proficient..."

Mi Ran'er touched the little girl's head. "OK, great. You can be the backbone of the family in the future. Come here later. After I cook the chicken soup, you can take some back to your brother. It's good for your body."

Although the little girl didn't know what chicken soup was, she quickly nodded obediently, "OK."

Mi Ran'er worked for nearly half an hour before boiling the chicken into the kettle.

The kettle hung on the fire was boiling, and some of the boiling chicken soup overflowed. The soup dripping in the fire made a Zizi sound.

The man lying on the grass seemed to be disturbed by the noise, frowned, his eyelashes began to tremble, and seemed to wake up.

Mi Raner hurried over and touched his back, trying to appease him and let him rest for a while.

No, at this moment, the man opened his eyes and looked at her.

"Wake up?" Mi Ran'er was stunned and wanted to take back his little hand.

The man caught her.

"HMM... what are you doing?" he moved his nose, smelled the smell of chicken soup, involuntarily spilled saliva between his lips and teeth, and the Adam's apple rolled gently.

He grabbed Mi Raner's small hand, sat up and looked at the fire.