Cut off a large piece of salted butter and throw it in.
Sizzle.
The butter melted, filling the entire kitchen with a rich, milky aroma.
This high-calorie aroma is invigorating in the cold winter.
Put three thick slices of bacon into the pan.
The fat shrinks rapidly under high temperatures, its edges curl, and it becomes crispy and golden brown.
The oil sizzled and separated at the bottom of the pot.
Next came two eggs.
The egg whites quickly solidified and bubbled, the edges turning a crispy, golden brown, while the yolks remained wobbly in the center, maintaining their runny consistency.
Finally, toss a few slices of whole wheat bread back into the oven to bake.
The treatment given to the Cotton Candy was also quite good.
A large piece of fresh beef, still bloody, served with a bowl of warm goat milk.
A man and a fox sat around a low table in front of the fireplace.
Su Wei picked up a piece of crispy bread and dipped it into the runny egg yolk.
The bread is coated with golden egg yolk; take a bite.
Click.
Crispy bread, rich egg aroma, mixed with the salty and savory flavor of bacon.
The calories from carbohydrates and fats warmed me up.
Then he gulped down a big mouthful of hot, sweet milk.
My stomach felt warm instantly.
Just a wall away lies a white snowfield where temperatures drop to minus thirty degrees Celsius.
Inside, the stove was burning at 20 degrees Celsius, and breakfast was sizzling and dripping with oil.
This contrast makes the food in your mouth taste exceptionally delicious.
The Cotton Candy buried its head in the bowl, happily munching away, not even glancing at its owner.
Su Wei leaned back on the sofa leg, holding a cup of hot milk in her hands.
My gaze followed the flickering flames in the fireplace.
Diesel fuel is still a problem.
Our current comfort is based on the fact that the power is still on.
The fuel in the generator's tank, at the current minimum energy consumption, should last about two days.
Two days later, once the oil ran out, the water pump stopped.
Forget about drinking water, we even have to go outside to shovel snow and melt it to flush the toilet.
We must get our hands on the oil.
or...
Su Wei turned his head to look at the forest outside the window.
Or could we modify that broken manual water pump?
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The phone on the table suddenly vibrated.
The Cotton Candy, who was intently licking the bottom of the bowl, was so startled that it bristled and jumped onto the back of the sofa.
Su Wei glanced at the screen.
Emily.
So early?
He swiped to answer the call and casually switched to speakerphone.
"Hey, Su Wei!"
On the other end of the phone, Emily sounded anxious, and the whistling wind could be heard in the background.
"Are you alright? The TV station said that the island is currently experiencing an unusually strong extratropical cyclone, which caused this unusual blizzard!"
"The whole town is under lockdown now, and there was a power outage all night yesterday."
Chapter 38 Heavy Snow Blocks Roads, Post-Blizzard Planning and Energy Crisis
There was a lot of static on the other end of the phone.
The whistling explosions mixed with the crackling electricity nearly made Su Wei's ears explode.
He frowned and quickly pulled up the phone.
Once things got a bit better, I continued to lean closer to listen.
"How are you doing there, Su Wei?"
Emily's voice was somewhat distorted, and you could hear her teeth chattering.
She sounds like she's freezing?
"That damn high-voltage power line broke right downstairs from my apartment, and the whole neighborhood was pitch black last night. You know what those workers are like; they usually take half a month to fix a street light, how can you expect them to brave a blizzard to rush out and repair the power?"
"Ha, even in my dreams it would be faster than this."
"The town has been without power since yesterday evening!!"
"Damn it! Luckily, the landlady started her diesel generator in time, or I would have frozen to death!"
Emily, holding her phone, squatted down next to the radiator in the apartment, checking it.
While checking if the radiators were working properly, she kept muttering to herself.
Even through the phone, Su Wei could feel her resentment.
Su Wei's lips curled slightly as she switched hands to hold the phone.
The birchwood had just been added to the fireplace, and as the flames swished around the bark, they made a few soft crackling sounds.
The indoor thermometer showed 22 degrees Celsius, which was even a bit hot.
Although he didn't make the cabin's modern heating system—the radiators—work.
However, he still retains primitive methods of keeping warm.
fireplace.
Cotton Candy had already slipped off the back of the sofa and cleverly occupied Su Wei's lap.
The little guy curled up into a white ball of fur, its fluffy tail resting perfectly on Su Wei's hand, smooth and warm, like a natural hand warmer.
"How are you now?" Su Wei stroked the fox's back with his fingers, and Cotton Candy let out a comfortable hum. "My leg is in a cast, it's not easy to stand without heating."
"Wrapped in two down comforters, and clutching a hot water bottle that had long since gone cold."
"Fortunately, the radiators are working hard now."
Emily sniffed and started speaking faster.
"Don't worry about me, Su Wei, you're the one in big trouble now."
" Jamie just called me; the road from town to your place is completely blocked. The snow is over three feet deep, and his modified pickup truck can't get through. That snowmobile won't be moving for now."
As expected.
Su Wei turned his head and glanced out the window.
A ring of white frost had formed on the thick glass.
Everything outside was covered in snow, a vast expanse of white, and very quiet.
Even the lake was covered in snow.
In this kind of weather, let alone pickup trucks, anyone who comes near, except for tracked vehicles and helicopters, is doomed.
"It doesn't matter."
Su Wei's fingers dug into the soft fur on Cotton Candy's neck, gently scratching its chin. "Anyway, I'm not planning to go out, the motorcycle won't get stolen if I leave it there."
Is it a matter of whether it gets lost or not?
Emily's voice suddenly rose, "This means you're completely trapped and isolated. How much food do you have? Even if you just bought some, what if this snow keeps falling? And heating—can your old log cabin hold up? Do you have enough diesel? If the generator stops, you'll freeze to death in the middle of nowhere!"
He bombarded her with questions, his voice cracking by the end.
As Su Wei listened, the frustration he felt from being trapped by the heavy snow inexplicably dissipated.
He thought to himself, "I'm practically frozen solid, and I still have the nerve to worry about others."
For some reason, Su Wei actually thought it was pretty good.
Whether in his past life or now, he seems to have gotten used to being alone.