Someone summed up a sentence - the greatest pleasure in life is to sleep until you wake up naturally, count the money until your hands cramp.

There was a wolf king standing guard outside, Yan Murong didn't worry too much, and when he opened his eyes again, the sky was already bright.

This is the case in the mountains, especially in the mountains that resemble primeval forests, even in summer, it is usually dark at five or six o'clock, and the time of light is seven or eight in the morning.

I took out the mobile phone that had no signal and could only be used as a watch and looked at it, it was already more than eight o'clock in the morning.

Looking around, Yan Murong found that Zhao Chen was not around.

Damn, this heartless woman won't leave by herself, right?

Yan Murong rolled over and got up from the ground, and he was also anxious - he was so tired yesterday, he was beating bears and kicking wolves, who died like this, if this woman was taken away by a wolf, how could she explain to Zhao Xi when she went back.

As soon as he opened the tent, Yan Murong was stunned.

Zhao Xi was fine, he didn't run around, and he wasn't taken away by the wolf - he was sitting on the ground eating ham sausages and steamed buns, and the wolf king was also squatting on the ground, his head poked there, and it seemed that he was also eating.

It's good that you don't run around.

Yan Murong breathed a sigh of relief, picked up his backpack and was about to eat something to open the road, but found that the few steamed buns and two packets of ham sausages in his bag were all gone.

"Where's the food?" Yan Murong looked at Zhao Chen and asked.

"I'm eating." Zhao Chen glanced at Yan Murong and tore the steamed bun with his fingers and ate it in small bites.

"I see you're eating." Yan Murong said. "Where did the rest of the food go? There should be three steamed buns left and a pack of ham sausages. ”

Zhao Chen didn't speak, stretched out his finger and pointed at the wolf king.

Looking at Zhao Chen's fingers, Yan Murong was stupid.

There was a pile of red packaging scattered on the ground in front of the wolf king, and this Yan Murong knew that it was the wrapping paper of ham sausages - but what was the white residue on the ground? Crumbs of steamed buns? And the wolf king had just finished eating, watching Yan Murong stretch out his crimson tongue and lick it, his tail wagging happily.

"You fed it ham sausages?" Yan Murong asked, pointing to a pile of wrapping paper with tooth marks on the ground.

This beast actually knows how to tear off the wrapping paper before it can be eaten.

"Feed it." Zhao Chen said. "What? Are you allowed to eat it or not? It's a living one, and it's going to be hungry -- what's wrong with standing outside for us all night, eating your ham sausages? ”

"Not really." Yan Murong smiled bitterly.

"I ate it, and I didn't say I wouldn't give it food." Looking at the white debris on the ground again, Yan Murong asked uncertainly. "That's a steamed bun?"

"Yes." Zhao Chen stuffed the last piece of steamed bread into his mouth, rubbed his somewhat messy hair, and said with a strange expression. "I saw that there were fewer ham sausages, and I guess it wasn't full, so I gave it the rest of the steamed buns - you say, is it really a wolf?"

"Nonsense, it's not a wolf or something?"

"That's weird." Zhao Chen asked with a small face and a puzzled face. "It's a wolf, but why does it eat steamed buns?"

"-" Yan Murong really wanted to strangle this woman who was missing a string in her head.

How will I know why it eats steamed buns? Even if you see that it is not full, can't you let it catch rabbits or something by itself, why feed it steamed buns? - Looking at the backpack with only some tools left, Yan Murong had a sour nose - I wanted to cry!

What's the matter, she can divide half of her dry food, but before she gets up, this woman actually feeds the wolf with all the remaining rations.

And -- and the damn wolf. Yan Murong thought angrily.

It's just that you eat ham sausages, and you still fucking eat steamed buns? You're a carnivore, okay, don't be so undisciplined, okay?

"Zhao Chen." Yan Murong looked at Zhao Chen and exclaimed with a serious expression.

"Huh? What's wrong? Zhao Chen was stunned by Yan Murong's serious expression, and immediately looked around vigilantly—although she looked fine now, she was scared a lot yesterday. Yan Murong's expression and tone made her think that there was any danger.

"Are you full?" Yan Murong asked.

"I'm full." Zhao Chen nodded and asked suspiciously. "What do you want to say?"

"Hey!" Yan Murong sighed before saying. "I want to say, I haven't eaten yet."

"Then you-" In the middle of speaking, Zhao Chen stopped, looked at the backpack that was almost emptied, and suddenly understood.

"I—I forgot." Zhao Chen looked at Yan Murong with a blank look and explained apologetically. "I just saw that he was hungry, so I gave him the rest, I forgot that there was such a person as you."

Yan Murong was speechless, and the corners of his eyes were beating wildly.

Forgot! She said she had forgotten that there was such a person as herself—that even the beast she feared would be hungry, but she had forgotten that there was such a person as herself.

Yan Murong wanted to cry aggrievedly-in comparison, it was better to be an old man.

At least the old man did not forget himself, although the old man often ate all the meat and kept the vegetables for himself, but at least he still had something to eat.

"Why don't you drink some water?" Seeing Yan Murong's face change back and forth, Zhao Chen proposed with a little weakness. "You are a doctor, and you should also know that people can skip meals, but they can't do without drinking water, and fortunately the water is still there."

Slowly exhaling a breath of turbidity, Yan Murong looked at the wolf king who was full of food and drink and was licking his tongue and said. "Go, catch me a rabbit and come back."

"Whew!" The wolf king, who had almost become a spirit, tilted his head and looked at Yan Murong, his wolf face full of doubts.

"What to pretend." Yan Murong screamed angrily. "Don't say you don't understand people - you eat all my stuff, go and catch a rabbit for me."

Seeing that Yan Murong was angry, and remembering how badly he was kicked last night, the wolf king suddenly shrank his neck, turned around and ran towards the woods.

"What do you want rabbits for?" Zhao Chen asked suspiciously.

Yan Murong didn't speak.

For this heartless woman, Yan Murong really didn't want to say a word to her, and was thinking about how to get her back in her head - otherwise, just be savage and knock her out and resist going back?

Just thinking about it, he saw that the wolf king had already run back, and to Yan Murong's disappointment, it didn't catch the rabbit at all, but had a branch in its mouth, and there were three or five red fruits the size of a child's fist hanging on the branch.

"Oops, there's fruit." When Zhao Chen saw the fruit, he immediately became happy, but Yan Murong's eyelids jumped suddenly.

This bastard, after eating two steamed buns, he really thinks he is a vegetarian wolf? Let Ya catch the rabbit, and Ya go and pick a few fruits and come back.

Wait, fruit?

Yan Murong reacted suddenly, looked up, and saw that Zhao Chen wiped the red fruit with his clothes and was about to stuff it into his mouth.

"Don't eat it." Yan Murong was shocked, picked up a small stone on the ground and threw it out, just sending the fruit that Zhao Chen had just brought to his mouth before he had time to take a bite of it and flew it away.