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For the past three days she had worked hard on her watch, going to bed at eleven every night and getting up at eight in the morning. Three meals a day. Take a nap at noon.

But it had to be said that she didn't sleep very well.

It was clearly much warmer here, and the bed wouldn't shake, so the golden birdman didn't make people feel any pressure. But he didn't sleep. The moment there was a sound, he would wake up. Moreover, there was a lot of noise coming from this place recently. Basically, wild beasts would be howling hoarsely in the air 24 hours a day.

She kept thinking of escaping from the golden birdman and taking all the food in the cave. But now, he realized that a person's life was actually as beautiful as he had imagined.

The first day, she thought that the golden birdman would come and grilled too much meat, which was why she kept eating that food these past few days. She didn't like it at all.

When his body was sleeping alone, he would always feel that something was different. Something moved silently, and she knew but could not tell what it was.

While she was sleeping, she once again dreamed of her mother. Her mother was cooking for her. She gently said, "Ah, my little girl is hungry. Mommy will cook braised beef for you." Even in her dreams, she knew it was a dream.

"Chirp …" Whoosh … Whoosh … Chirp chirp … Who was it that whispered in my ear to comfort me? That melodious and melodious voice that came out of my throat was truly familiar.

Yuan Feiyu opened his eyes and saw golden birdman sitting outside his tent, looking at her with his head tilted. Its claws were mercilessly grabbing at the roasted meat as it calmly glanced at her.

Yuan Feiyu's heart revealed a warm feeling. It's really good to have someone eating your cooking. Although this handsome birdman was perverted and obscene enough, it was by her side, wasn't it?

She sat up quickly, pulled back the moleskin quilt, and smoothed her hair a little. He walked out with a slight smile on his face.

The radish soup in the stone pot must be stuffy by now.

She chose a rock the size of an ordinary pot, with lotus leaves lining it. Add the bone turnips and cook them together, without adding any water. The radish juice, which felt lighter, would become thicker and saltier as it boiled. The fire had long since died down, and there was only some warmth left. But the soup tasted really good. It was a bit hot, but it could still be eaten.

She brought out a lunchbox herself. After drinking two mouthfuls, it was so fresh. There was no need to embellish the chicken essence with the original flavor. The delicious juice of the bones permeated the soup and the radish. At this moment, the most delicious dish was actually the radish.

Yuan Feiyu ate the radish, and then carefully scooped up the bone with his chopsticks and placed it on the lotus leaf stone plate. The golden birdman continued to eat happily, its tail wagging happily as it finished the whole pot of bone soup and the one hundred and fifty kilograms of roasted meat.

Good teeth. His appetite was great!

When you have eaten your fill, golden birdman never stay here for long. Or go back to bed, or work to support the family.

Yuan Feiyu had already planned to return to her nest with the golden birdman from the start, so she climbed back onto the mole bed and folded it up. He put it in his bag and prepared to take it back. In this sort of weather, it was truly cold without a blanket.

However, the golden birdman did not seem to have any intention of leaving. From time to time, he would glance at her, his face expressionless, but the swinging tail betrayed his inner self.