Wild boar bones naturally weren't as tasty as domestic pig bones, but this was no time to be picky. When the water boiled, scum bubbled on the surface of the broth. Li Long finished his steamed bun, fetched a spoon, skimmed off the scum, and flung it onto the snow outside.
It wasn't a particularly careful way of doing things, but since he wanted to lure the wolves over, it didn't matter. Even if the wolves didn't lick it up, it could nourish the grass next year.
Of course, the truth was that he was lazy.
After skimming off all the scum, Li Long found a lid and covered the pot, then took another steamed bun and put it beneath the stove to toast.
He had gone through quite a few steamed buns these past two days. Li Long felt he ought to steam another batch-but he didn't know when Li Junshan and the others would come. If they came early, should he head back?
No, he would wait until he had killed these wolves before leaving-provided, of course, that they stayed here and kept seeking revenge on him.
He sliced some ginger and tossed it into the pot of bones, then searched around and found a few lengths of scallion. He cleaned them, twisted them into short sections, and tossed those in too.
Now all he had to do was wait.
He hadn't noticed that the steamed bun beneath the stove had burned.
He felt a little annoyed. How had he failed to watch it?
He scraped off the burned parts with a knife, then slowly broke it apart and ate it bit by bit.
The burned bits tasted a little bitter, but he couldn't waste food. Not many households could eat refined grain every day now. Most families