Life never knows what tomorrow will bring.

When the first rays of light appeared in the morning, Chen Yang had already begun to be busy in the kitchen, lighting the gas stove, the brilliant light blue flame was beating, and the small flames were like a cheerful child, swaying left and right, without stopping for a moment.

Put the big iron pot covered with black rust and polished on the shelf, pour half a bowl of peanut oil, and after a while, only listen to the sound of "bang", the oil juice in the iron pot began to bubble out a series of small bubbles, and the temperature gradually increased.

From the refrigerator room on the upper floor of the refrigerator, Chen Yang took out a large iron basin, and the old mountain dragons, which were white and fat, with the thickness of his thumb and the length of chopsticks, were piled up in it and twisted into a mess.

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

Chen Yang leaned down and sniffed lightly with his nose, the taste was really good, after soaking it in aged old liquor, it was mixed with a fresh grain smell and intoxicating aroma, which made people want to stop.

Suddenly, he felt that his trouser legs were grabbed by something, and he lowered his head suddenly, and Chen Yang saw a fluffy, snow-white little bear cub.

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

This is clearly a bear cub, but it is snow-white, the chubby body has no variegation except for the eyes, and the round head looks very festive, Chen Yang took it home without thinking about it.

What the hell is this little guy?

Last night, Chen Yang was busy until twelve o'clock in the morning, before he found the answer he wanted from a niche animal website.

This is a mutant breed of the white spirit bear, an Asiatic black bear, with a probability of appearing less than 1 in 100,000.

The white fur of the white spirit bear is not due to albinism, and is also blood-related to the Asiatic black bear rather than the polar bear, and its white fur is due to the recessive genes that are unique to the genetic pool of the species.

The white spirit bear, with round ears and a long nose, thick hair, a thick, fat body, and short limbs, but strong and powerful, is larger than the average Asiatic black bear.

They have an unusually sensitive sense of smell and can stand and walk on their hind legs, but generally stand and walk on all fours. Because the soles of the feet are flat, they walk slowly, and their hind limbs are slightly longer than their forelimbs. They have 5 sharp hooks on each of their feet that cannot be retracted, which are very helpful in shredding food, climbing, and digging.

A lot of introductions about the White Spirit Bear, Chen Yang knows one thing, this kind of bear is quite rare, with a little ink on it, maybe it can pretend to be a panda.

The heat was almost over, the temperature in the big iron pot was just right, Chen Yang used chopsticks to smear the drunk old mountain dragon with a thick layer of milky white batter, and threw it into the hot oil pot one by one, the inside suddenly boiled, bursts of oil smoke floated up, and the mellow wine flavor was mixed with the rich meat aroma, which fused into a strange fragrance, which made Chen Yang swallow his saliva constantly.

This little white bear got angry, and used its small bear claws to constantly slap Chen Yang's trouser legs, and from time to time hit it with its round head.

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

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

There was nothing to eat, and it began to make noise again, the little white bear's whole body crawled onto Chen Yang's body, pulling it with two small paws, and his little eyes were black and shiny, like a child with a temper, and he didn't give up.

"Little Bear." Mengmeng, who had just woken up, rubbed his hazy sleepy eyes with his little white hands, was wearing an earthy yellow Garfield puppet costume, and a small tail was dragging behind his buttocks.

As soon as he heard this voice and looked at this posture, the little white bear immediately shuddered, his long hair suddenly exploded, his body tensed, his round little head twisted like a rattle, and his limbs moved in unison, making a movement to run.

The owner of this voice has left an indelible mark on the young heart of the little white bear, which is so terrible that I shudder to think about it.

Like a doll, it was pinched and kneaded, from ** to the soul, all of them were ravaged fiercely, that kind of despair, that kind of sadness, you can't feel it unless you are there.

But it was still late, Mengmeng took a big step, straightened her small body, and directly blocked the only entrance to the kitchen.

The little white bear did not give up the struggle, his life was endless, the battle was endless, and he would never give up hope until the last moment.

But the cruel reality, like cracked glass, full of cracks, the little white bear still can't escape the claws of Mengmeng, is tightly held in his arms, pinched and kneaded, up and down his hands, black eyes are moist, as if there are crystal tears spilled.

The little white bear was extremely miserable, and was tightly strangled by Mengmeng's tender white hands like steel tongs, and he didn't ask about thirty-seven twenty-one, and his little fat legs drooped, and he was directly dragged away, and gradually went away.

Chen Yang didn't bother to care about this kind of thing, fried Lao Shanlong, this is his main dish.

Almost, in the big iron pot, in the hot peanut oil, the old mountain dragon that was 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 gluttonous worms in the stomach hook out,

No, he didn't care about burning his mouth, Chen Yang picked up an old mountain dragon fried golden brown with chopsticks, steaming, fragrant, and gently took a small bite of the surface of the crispy skin.

Crispy and refreshing, the fat meat is fried to a brown and crispy texture, and the rich meat juice is wrapped under the crispy skin, shining a little bit of oil in the morning light, and the tangy aroma hits the nose.

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

This is the ultimate enjoyment of life, the bits and pieces of life seem inconspicuous, but they are worth savoring, chewing, and feeling beautiful from it.

In one breath, I couldn't stop, and the five old mountain dragons that were blown up to gold and gold swallowed them directly, this kind of taste really didn't say.

After a while, Chen Yang was swept away, and the food was called clean, fortunately, there was still a lot of stock in the freezer under the refrigerator, otherwise the three little girls would definitely make a fuss if they couldn't eat it.

Chen Yang lifted a small wooden barrel, which was sparkling and shimmering with dazzling golden brilliance, which was the golden spring water in the white marble pool in the Sumeru realm.

Holding a small wooden barrel in one hand, Chen Yang took a big stride and walked towards the front yard, stopping in front of a burly ancient tree.

This is an old peach tree that is hundreds of years old, three or four people can't hug it, but the bark is cracked, like a broken ceramic brick, the heart of the tree has long been hollow, there is no weight in the light, and there is a big hole at the bottom of the tree.

It is the season when spring flowers bloom and everything rejuvenates, but there is no new shoot on the bare branches.

The old peach tree had long since run out of life, having died decades ago, with no signs of life.

But Chen Yang could feel that under its gray appearance, there was a bud that was about to move, ready to emerge.

"Whoa-" A splashing sound came out, and Chen Yang poured the golden spring water in the barrel under the hundred-year-old peach tree, and a strange thing happened.