The sky is dark, and the thin morning mist flows in the air, making the frozen world more like a black and white ink painting. There was a layer of frost on the ground, and there was a "creak" sound when I stepped on it.

Bai Qingqing stands at the door and stretches. The cold air inhales into her lungs, which makes her body tired and weak.

Last night, Curtis's damaged stakes were set up again, but the wood was fresh, obviously new. Parker and Curtis don't care, so it must be Vincent.

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

"Yes." Vincent took a look at Bai Qingqing, took the stone basin and went to the house. He picked the clean ice from the mountains and put it in the basin.

This is his daily work. Before Bai Qingqing gets up, he will boil the water he needs for the day. Today, Bai Qingqing woke up from a nightmare. He didn't have time to do it.

Bai Qingqing went to the birdhouse and looked at the blood on the ground. He was very worried. "One, two, three Thirteen, half dead. "

The remaining thirteen short winged birds are like frightened birds. When they hear the noise, they stick their heads in their nests and pout their feathered farts like clusters of wild grass that will turn yellow and green in autumn.

Bai Qingqing looks up at Curtis, and his eyebrows are pulling. "It's good you ate the dead bird, or you'll look at the heart."

Curtis was in need of food when he woke up from sleep. More than ten short winged birds and four wolf pups just fed him. Hearing this, Curtis smiled faintly. "I'll go and catch a new shortwinged bird later."

Bai Qingqing shakes his head and says, "no, the cold season is over. A dozen birds have enough eggs to eat. If they are fed too much, they waste food and are noisy."

Parker is going to go in and pick up the eggs. Bai Qingqing loves the bird and says, "don't scare them today. Give them some good food and pick up the eggs in two days."

"Good." Parker exits the yard and closes the door.

The short winged bird is still stuck in its nest, camouflaged as a plant.

The bayonet at the door is a evergreen plant, but in the cold season, the bayonet becomes very hard. Bai Qingqing didn't have a better alternative to toothbrush, so she picked a thorn wood, rubbed it in the hide, and brushed her teeth gently.

It's also amazing. I didn't use toothbrush and toothpaste for a few months. Instead of turning yellow, my teeth were white. This prickly wood is like a professional tooth cleaner in the plant world.

Because the young snake likes to crawl around, the door is closed when the fire is burning.

Curtis is the most frightened young snake in the house. He dare not approach him easily. Bai Qingqing never left Curtis and felt that it was safest to stay with him.

The young snakes are crawling around on the ground, licking here and rubbing there. The curious little eyes are no worse than the human baby, and Bai Qingqing is suddenly sprouted.

"Darling, I'll have something to eat later." Bai Qingqing smiled at a young snake, opened the lid of the pot and looked at it. The steamed egg just solidified.

Bai Qingqing said excitedly, "Vincent help me with this. Parker, go and bring the baby's nest here, put them in, and I'll feed them steamed eggs."

Curtis put his tail in a commotion and said with a cold handsome face, "how about me?"

Isn't it steamed eggs for him? It's clearly his favorite food. He just ended his dormancy. Isn't this pot for a snake?

Bai Qingqing was stunned. Out of the politeness instinct of the Chinese people, she replied kindly, "you have it, too. Eat it together. No one ate eggs the other day. There were a lot of them at home. "