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Chapter 1129 The Amnesiac Black Panther and His Poor Little Beauty ( )

The Amnesiac Black Panther and His Poor Little Beauty (Part 10)

"...I don't mean to look down on you, it's just that humans can't eat raw food, otherwise they'll get sick. I swear I'm telling the truth."

After refusing to be fed by the big cat due to its strong reaction, Song Ning belatedly realized that the other party was sulking, so she had to gulp down two mouthfuls of water and start gently coaxing the person and the cat.

The black panther had its back to him and didn't look at the human's expression, but its usually nimble tail drooped down and remained motionless, clearly indicating that it was in a bad mood.

Song Ning was both amused and touched.

After all, the big cat had obviously been hunting hard to feed him because it was worried about him, so his earlier disdain was indeed a bit ungrateful in the big cat's eyes.

After Song Ning coaxed and swore several times that he absolutely did not do it on purpose, the black panther's annoyance finally subsided.

He suddenly stood up, his agile body leaping onto the roof, and then lay down just like yesterday.

This time, however, he didn't close his eyes to rest. Instead, he stared intently at Song Ning, glancing occasionally at the prey he had torn apart.

Song Ning understood. "I'll rest for a bit, and I'll cook for myself right away."

He would do it without even needing the big cat to urge him, since he was already starving.

Song Ning really did rest for a while, and once his limbs regained some strength, he started working again.

For now, Song Ning could ignore the cart and the wooden buckets and firewood on it; he prioritized dealing with the prey on the ground.

Have you eaten today?

Just as Song Ning took out her tools to get started, she suddenly remembered that the big cat had gone out early in the morning. Could it be that it hadn't eaten yet?

Black Panther glanced at him but didn't say anything.

This is food meant for humans, not for him.

Song Ning didn't understand, but he remembered that after dealing with that sheep yesterday, it got dark immediately.

He gestured to one of the sheep's legs, trying to argue his point.

"This is about enough for me for the day. If you haven't eaten yet, let's eat together. Otherwise, I'll have to deal with the rest, which takes a lot of time, just like yesterday."

Although plenty of food is good, he's a little worried that the big cat won't have enough fattened up for winter as the weather gets colder.

Song Ning wasn't sure what his relationship with Da Mao was now, but he knew he absolutely didn't want to lose Da Mao's protection and companionship.

Seeing the sincerity in the eyes of the humans, the black panther slowly stood up from the roof and leaped down.

He glanced at Song Ning, who quickly smiled back. The black panther lowered its head and sniffed, then opened its sharp fangs—Song Ning could see them clearly this time, as they looked clean and neat, and incredibly sharp, clearly capable of easily tearing open the throat of any prey.

To Song Ning's surprise, the big cat didn't react at all even when he got so close, and he couldn't smell any fishy odor either, which meant it was a clean cat.

The black panther easily tore its prey into two halves, one large and one small. The small half was the hind leg that Song Ning had just gestured about. It threw this piece in front of Song Ning and then began to enjoy the prey on the ground.

Song Ning didn't find the scene bloody; after all, it was the apocalypse, and he had seen far more gruesome sights.

Compared to those, the sight of the big cat eating even made him vaguely nostalgic for the feeling of watching Animal World on TV more than ten years ago.

"I need to start cooking too," Song Ning said, shaking off the unrealistic memories in her head. She took a deep breath, rolled up her sleeves, and got to work. "I'll make some barbecue this time."

Without further ado, Song Ning first went to get a pot and fetched some water. Since the big cat was eating, he didn't dare to take the meat directly to the lake to wash it. Fortunately, the meat was very fresh, and washing away the blood was enough.

The whole hind leg was quite heavy, but it wouldn't be easy to cook it in a short time. Song Ning cut off the part of the meat attached to the leg, sliced ​​it, marinated it with salt, and planned to roast it with some mutton fat later to fill her stomach.

The lamb, which was only grilled with a little salt, still had a slightly gamey taste, but for Song Ning, who had lived in the apocalypse for more than a decade, it was an unparalleled delicacy.

After quickly eating a bite and feeling the energy replenishment that meat brought to his body, Song Ning got up and unloaded a stack of bricks from the trolley.

He found these on his way back. Although he didn't know where they came from, Song Ning had already figured out where to put them.

He went to the lake and dug up some lake mud, then used it to build a round stove outside his tin hut.

This stove is an earthen stove that I saw in the countryside before the end of the Song Dynasty. The stove is relatively long, with a stronger fire in the front half and a weaker and smaller fire in the back half.

The earthen stove has two layers underneath, with a wire mesh that Song Ning picked up from a breakfast shop in the middle, which can be used as a partition between the layers, and the bottom layer is used to collect ashes.

It's important to know that ash isn't useless. In the apocalypse, wood ash has many uses, and it can even be used as a hemostatic agent when necessary.

As Song Ning was building, he muttered to himself. He didn't know who he was talking to, but whenever he felt that talking to himself was a bit ridiculous, he would look up and see the big cat's vertical pupils, and he would think that maybe the big cat was listening carefully.

"However, we still have too few supplies to get through the winter."

Song Ning built the earthen stove and left a ventilation opening. He didn't leave the ventilation opening straight up, but left a bend at the back.

Now that there is heavy snow every winter, the upward ventilation openings are easily covered by snowflakes, so it is more practical to use the side openings.

"The main problem is that there's no electricity right now. If there were electricity, things would be much better, wouldn't they?"

Song Ning muttered to himself as he piled the firewood he had brought back behind the tin shack.

Behind the tin shack is a large open space, beyond which is a wall. Extending to the right of the wall is a dilapidated iron gate, through which one can enter and exit.

The lake was just over there. Song Ning was actually quite satisfied with this place. The open space could be used to store the supplies he had stockpiled, and if he could fix the big iron gate, it could also block the danger from the other side.

electricity?

The black panther, swishing its tail, hesitated for a moment. It seemed to know what this thing was, but its memory was a little hazy.

His gaze followed the humans back and forth, and his tail flicked restlessly.

He couldn't quite remember, but he felt like he knew how to do it, and it wouldn't be complicated, but he just couldn't recall it.

Black Panther became increasingly agitated and stood up, pacing back and forth, which caught Song Ning's attention.

"what happened?"

Song Ning, who was processing firewood nearby, immediately tensed up when he saw this.

He had never seen the big cat look like this before. Could it be in danger?