Chapter 244 Losing Half of the Short-Winged Bird

The sky was bright and the thin morning mist was flowing in the air, making the frozen world more like a black and white ink painting. There was a layer of white frost on the ground, which made a "squeaking" sound when stepped on.

Bai Qingqing stood at the door and stretched. The cold air was breathed into her lungs, making her body tired from a night of nightmares fade away.

The wooden pile that Curtis crushed last night was erected again, but the wood was very fresh, obviously it had been replaced. Parker and Curtis didn't care, so it must be Vincent.

Bai Qingqing looked at Vincent and said, "Thank you Vincent."

"It should be." Vincent glanced at Bai Qingqing, walked to the house with the stone basin, picked clean ice cubes from the mountains of ice and put them into the basin.

This is his daily job. Before Bai Qingqing gets up, he boils the water he will use for the day. Bai Qingqing woke up from a nightmare today, and he didn't have time to do it.

Bai Qingqing walked to the birdhouse, looked at the blood on the ground, and felt panicked, "One, two, three... Thirteen, just half of them are dead."

The remaining thirteen short-winged birds were all frightened. When they heard the noise, they put their heads in their nests and stuck out their buttocks with a handful of feathers, like clusters of yellow-green weeds in autumn.

Bai Qingqing looked up at Curtis, her eyebrows twitching, "It's a good thing you ate the dead bird, otherwise I'd be heartbroken to see it."

When Curtis woke up from hibernation, he was in urgent need of food. More than a dozen short-winged birds and four wolf cubs just kept him full. Hearing this, Curtis smiled lightly and said, "I'll catch a new short-winged bird later and come back."

Bai Qingqing shook her head and said: "No need, the cold season is almost over. The eggs laid by a dozen birds are enough to eat. Raising too many birds will waste food and make noise."

Parker was about to go in to pick up bird eggs. Bai Qingqing felt sorry for the short-winged birds and said, "Don't scare them today. Give them something good to eat and pick up eggs again in two days."

"Okay." Parker exited the yard and closed the door.

The short-winged bird remained tight in its nest, camouflaging the plants.

The thornwood at the door is an evergreen plant, but the thornwood fruits become very hard in the cold season. Bai Qingqing didn't have a better substitute for a toothbrush, so she could only pick a piece of thornwood, rubbed it in the hide, and gently brushed her teeth.

It's miraculous. After not using a toothbrush or toothpaste for several months, Bai Qingqing's teeth became whiter instead of turning yellow. This thornwood is like a professional tooth cleaner in the plant world.

Because the young snakes like to crawl around, the door is closed when the fire is lit.

The young snakes in the house are most afraid of Curtis, and they dare not approach him easily. Bai Qingqing never left Curtis, feeling that she was safest by his side.

The baby snakes were crawling around on the ground, licking here and nuzzling there, and their curious eyes were just like those of human babies. Bai Qingqing was suddenly attracted by the cuteness.

"Be good, baby, there will be food later." Bai Qingqing said to a young snake with a smile. She opened the lid and took a look. The steamed eggs had just solidified.

Bai Qingqing said enthusiastically: "Vinson, help me carry it. Parker, you go and move the baby's nest and put them in it. I'll feed them steamed eggs."

Curtis' snake tail waved in excitement, and said with a cold handsome face: "What about me?"

Wasn't it steamed eggs for him? Obviously this is his favorite food, and he just ended his hibernation. Wasn't this pot prepared for him with a snake?

Bai Qingqing was stunned for a moment, and out of the polite instinct of the Chinese people, she replied kindly: "You have some too, let's eat them together. No one ate eggs the past few days, and there are a lot of them at home."