The Raptor backed out of the parking space, turned around, and drove onto the coastal highway.
In the rearview mirror, the lights of Kodiak Town grew smaller and smaller until they were finally swallowed up by the black coniferous forest.
Chapter 200: The Situation of Two Accounts
The Raptor's headlights swept across the fir trees Emerald Lake.
The car bumped slightly, rolled over the frozen gravel road, and drove into the open space in front of the wooden house.
Su Wei turned off the engine.
The roar disappeared.
The only sounds in the world were the wind and the occasional muffled thuds from the ice on the distant lake.
He remained seated in the driver's seat, glancing at the rearview mirror.
There was nothing in the mirror.
The lights of Kodiak Town were swallowed up by that black coniferous forest twenty minutes ago.
A 40-kilometer coastal highway.
Minus 23 degrees Celsius.
There wasn't a single car along the entire route.
He was the only one on this road.
Su Wei pulled out the key.
The bear head carving on the keychain wobbled twice.
The white wolf fangs struck the metal buckle with a crisp sound.
He remembered that this was the same thing he had used when he sent Emily back to Anchorage.
The gift Emily gave him when they parted that day.
And he has been using it ever since.
He pushed open the car door and stepped into the ankle-deep snow.
A faint, warm light shone through the windows on the first floor of the wooden house.
The fireplace wasn't completely extinguished yet.
He walked through the snow to the door.
Before I could even turn the doorknob, a faint scratching sound came from the inside of the door panel.
The door opened.
The Cotton Candy bounced off the sofa.
A white ball of fluff landed on his snow boots.
The little fox's front paws gripped his trouser leg, its head straining upwards.
The pink nose rubbed against the hem of the windbreaker.
Su Wei bent down and scooped it up.
The Cotton Candy tucked into his arms and kicked its hind legs twice.
After finding a comfortable position, it buried its head in the crook of his elbow.
His blue pupils were half-closed, and the snoring started almost instantly.
The eight-month-old baby has gained a little weight since last month.
The fur also seems to be thicker.
Su Wei rubbed the softest downy fur behind its ear with his thumb.
"Have you been waiting long?"
Cotton Candy's ears twitched, but she didn't open her eyes.
Su Wei kicked off his snow boots and put on thick-soled indoor slippers.
He placed the Cotton Candy on the blanket in front of the fireplace.
He added two pieces of split birch wood to the furnace and used an iron skewer to remove the ashes at the bottom.
Dark red embers were revealed.
As new firewood was piled up, the bark dried by the heat, causing the edges to curl and turn black.
A few seconds later, a bright flame shot out.
The fireplace was reignited.
The warmth spread along the wooden floor, driving away the chill that had seeped in through the cracks in the door.
Su Wei walked to the long solid wood table.
The exhibition hall blueprints that were confiscated before I left home that afternoon were still spread out on the table.
The red marker rolled to the edge of the table.
He capped the pen, rolled up the drawing, and set it aside.
Then open your laptop.
The white light from the screen shone on his face.
Su Wei moved over and sat down, tapping the touchpad twice with his fingers.
Log in with your secondary account first.
The backend interface popped up.
Su Wei glanced at the number of followers in the top left corner.
380,000.
The number paused in his mind for a second.
A week ago, when he spontaneously registered this account, he had zero followers.
The first video showed Cotton Candy scrambling to eat strips of venison, and its price increased by 8,000 that day.
But that was only because of the large account's traffic, which is why his traffic results were good on the first day.
After that, he updated almost daily.
The content is very simple.
Every day when I cook, I set up a GoPro on the side of the stove to film the entire cooking process.
Cut the meat, toss it in the wok, and season it.
No filters added, maybe just some suitable, relaxing background music.
But the original sizzling sound of grease on the stove and the crackling sound of burning firewood will definitely be preserved.
The prepared dishes are served, and the camera pans out a wide shot.
Then the Cotton Candy will appear on the screen right on time.
The little guy's nose is more sensitive than any timer.
Every time Su Wei turned off the fire and plated the food, it would climb up from the blanket in front of the fireplace.
It crouched beside the table leg, its blue eyes fixed intently on the plate.
Fans call this the "Polar Rice Scene".
The most upvoted comment was. "This guy is cooking delicious food for foxes on a deserted island at minus 30 degrees Celsius, while I'm eating takeout in a heated apartment. What's wrong with my life?"
26,000 likes.
Su Wei scrolled down two screens.
In the past week, each video has consistently received between 300,000 and 500,000 views.
None of them received fewer than 100,000 likes.
The keywords that appeared repeatedly in the comments were: Cotton Candy, cooking, wilderness, and healing.
There is also a high-frequency request.
live streaming.
Su Wei ignored them.
He logged out of his secondary account and switched to his main account.
The number of followers on the homepage is so high that you have to look at it twice.
817,000.
When the first video in the series on the construction of the exhibition hall was released, the main account had just over 400,000 followers.
The video shows him excavating the outline of a 12-meter-long river channel indoors.
There was no fancy editing.