"I'm not used to leaving dirty dishes overnight." Su Wei picked up the tray and went into the kitchen.
The sound of flowing water rang out again.
Emily turned her head and looked at the busy figure in the kitchen.
Broad shoulders, narrow waist. Beneath that gray sweater, the muscles in her back rippled slightly with her movements.
Suddenly, she realized that her broken leg didn't hurt so much anymore.
" Su Wei," she suddenly called out.
"Hmm?" Su Wei's voice came from the kitchen, accompanied by the crisp sound of plates clattering together.
"That poacher..." Emily grabbed a cushion and hugged it, resting her chin on it. " Black said it was a doe?"
"Yes." Su Wei turned off the tap and shook the water off his hands. "She was pregnant. The poachers only took the deer head and hide, leaving the meat to rot in the snow."
Emily's fingers gripped the tassels of the cushion tightly.
As a master's student in animal behavior, she understood better than anyone what this meant.
"Grab him." Emily's voice lowered, her fingers tightening around the cushion. " Su Wei, grab that bastard. Don't let him get away."
Su Wei dried her hands and walked out of the kitchen.
He walked to the window and slightly pulled back the curtains.
The outside world had turned completely white.
The streetlights swayed in the fierce wind, their light blurred by the blizzard.
There was no one on the street, except for the distant lighthouse with its red aviation warning lights flashing in the wind and snow.
He remembered what Black had told him.
For a hunter, character is more important than marksmanship.
Su Wei's eyes turned cold.
He loosened the curtains, and the fabric once again covered the snow and wind.
He turned around and looked at Emily on the sofa.
"Rest assured."
Chapter 79 The blizzard finally subsides, dawn breaks and fresh porridge arrives.
Six o'clock sharp.
Su Wei's biological clock woke him up on time.
The room was dimly lit, and the white mist from the humidifier swirled in the dim light.
The occasional "click" from the old radiator made the small apartment even quieter.
Su Wei sat up from the sofa, the blanket slipping onto the carpet.
I slept very soundly.
The [ Fatigue Removal ] effect of the Life Module has no effect outside of his home, but last night's high-carb dinner and a good night's sleep still restored his energy.
He turned to look out the window.
Emily curled up in the blankets, her long golden hair scattered messily on the pillow, only half of her face showing.
Cotton Candy lay curled up on the blanket at her feet, forming a white, fluffy ball that rose and fell with her breath.
Su Wei moved quietly, stepping barefoot on the floor.
Despite being careful, the old wooden floor still creaked.
The blanket on the bed shifted slightly.
"... Su Wei?"
His voice was muffled, carrying the languor of someone just waking up.
Emily peeked out from under the covers, rubbing her face sleepily. "What time is it?"
"Six o'clock." Su Wei bent down to pick up the blanket from the floor and folded it neatly. "It's still early, sleep a little longer."
Emily struggled to prop herself up, her blonde hair a mess, like a bird's nest.
She glanced at the dark sky outside the window, then at Su Wei, who was putting on her sweater.
Are you leaving?
"I'm meeting Black at eight." Su Wei pulled on his gray sweater and straightened his collar. "I need to go to the Fish and Game Department to pick up some equipment."
"Then I won't see you off..." Emily yawned, her body going limp as she slumped back onto the pillow. "There's bread in the fridge, help yourself..."
There's enough time.
Su Wei walked towards the small kitchen. "There's some leftover seafood from last night, let's make some porridge."
Emily groaned softly in bed, not objecting.
The kitchen light was switched on.
The warm yellow light dispelled the chill of the early morning.
Su Wei skillfully took out the ingredients she had specially saved from the refrigerator the night before.
Two spotted prawns, a few pieces of sliced red salmon meat, and a small handful of squid tentacles.
There is no earthenware pot.
Su Wei found a stainless steel soup pot with a lid.
This stuff tends to stick to the bottom when cooking porridge, so you have to keep an eye on the heat.
Rinse the rice, put it in the pot, and add water.
The gas stove ignited with a "pop," and blue flames licked the bottom of the pot.
Su Wei picked up the kitchen knife.
Remove the heads from the spot shrimp.
But instead of discarding the shrimp heads, he set up a small frying pan and poured in a little oil.
Add the shrimp heads to the pot.
Press down with a shovel.
"Sizzle"
The bluish-gray shrimp heads quickly turned red under high heat, and the shrimp roe inside was fried out, turning orange-red when mixed with the oil.
A delicious, caramelized aroma instantly filled the air.
This flavor is too overpowering.
Emily, who was still lazing in bed, sniffed.
Cotton Candy's ears twitched, and its head popped out from under its big tail.
Su Wei poured the fried shrimp oil, along with the shrimp heads, directly into the soup pot next to him.
The originally clear rice water immediately turned a golden-red color.
Finely shredded ginger is added to remove any fishy smell.
Cover the pot and simmer over low heat.
While the porridge was cooking, Su Wei turned and went into the bathroom.
Turn on the faucet.
The cool tap water splashed on my face, instantly dispelling any lingering sleepiness.
The man in the mirror had a layer of bluish stubble on his chin.
Su Wei applied shaving foam and picked up the razor.
He placed his phone on the sink and turned on a local radio station.
After a buzzing sound of electricity, a brisk male voice spoke.
Good morning, Kodiak. I have some good news: the extratropical cyclone that's been bothering us for almost a week is finally gone. The weather bureau just issued a cancellation warning, and a high-pressure belt is moving in from the north...
Su Wei scraped the foam off his chin.
"... The next week will be all good weather. Winds will be at level three, and visibility will be excellent. Those lazybones still staying home all winter, it's time to get out and work."
Su Wei washed the foam off her face and dried it with a towel.
He pushed open the bathroom ventilation window, which could only be opened outwards at a 30-degree angle.
Cold air seeped in through the cracks.
There was no whistling wind.
The outside world was so quiet you couldn't hear a sound.
The snow under the streetlights was thick, but no more snowflakes were falling.
Although the sky was still pitch black, the oppressive leaden clouds had dispersed, revealing a few sparse stars.