Forest Ranger, starting from Picking Up a Lynx Girl-Chapter 147: This Lifetime of Mine Was Worthwhile

Little Sen brought back a big toy for the two panda cubs this time.

He had asked the village carpenter uncle to make a large wooden tub.

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The tub was brought in by the uncle accompanied by his son and son-in-law.

It was placed under the loft.

A water hose was dragged out from the kitchen to fill the tub, allowing each cub to play in their own tub, and two floating ducks were also put in.

Little monkey had one too.

The tub was half the size, and a wooden step was even built into it; once hot water was poured in, it essentially became a hot spring.

Little monkey was small, and sitting on the wooden step, his head just poked out perfectly.

Little monkey was particularly fond of this tub, even running to the kitchen to grab a big apple to give to the carpenter uncle.

When they came, they had also specifically brought Chen Ying a lot of agricultural products from the village, all gifted by the villagers.

Each household didn't give much, but collectively, it was a substantial amount.

Chen Ying initially didn't want to accept it, but the uncle got angry, accusing him of looking down on the villagers.

The accusation was too big for Chen Ying to bear, so he had no choice but to accept it.

These goods took up one-third of the storage capacity, almost enough to last until before the Chinese New Year without needing further supplies.

After winter began, the activity of Leopard Sister and her family decreased.

They basically hunted twice a week, which was sufficient; the rest of the time, they were deep asleep in their caves.

Leopard Sister and her husband found a spacious cave to settle in, while Big and Small Baby were let loose; tree holes, rock caves, cracks in rocks, any sheltered spots became their nests.

They didn't eat with their parents; when they were hungry, they'd go hunt sheep or small roe deer, and if they really didn't feel like moving much, catching some rabbits to fill their bellies was also an option.

Their main routine was eating whenever they felt hungry, finding a place to sleep right after eating, and living a life akin to pigs'.

The brothers were smart too, not wandering far, just messing around within their parent's territory, and if they ever encountered something they couldn't handle, they'd run straight to their mom.

Little Jin didn't stick as close to Jinya like during the hot weather; aside from when hunting, he stayed near the small building, sleeping at night beside the water heating stove, visibly having gained a ring of fat.

After the fox was sent away, Jinya became the most energetic in the entire rescue station.

Hardly sleeping during the day, she could be seen dashing through the surrounding woods, just like a cat high on catnip.

"Aow, I've brought back some tasty treats for you!"

While busy with preparing lunch in the kitchen, Chen Ying heard Jinya's voice and peeked out, her eyes slightly widening.

"Old Gao, Old Gao, come down quickly and see, is this the snow partridge or snow chicken you mentioned last time?"

(Enemy attack!)

Old Gao peeked out, and a swear word slipped out.

"Jinya, Jinya, shut up, did you kill it or not?"

He scrambled down the stairs only to see a lynx sister scared up a tree, and on the floor beside his feet, a white pheasant lay dead, its neck gruesomely twisted, glaring at him.

He covered his face in agony, hands on his hips, and sighed deeply.

"Ah well, it's dead already, give it to Jinya."

There was no helping it, a cat's instinct to eat birds is natural. Jinya was actually one of the better ones since she preferred rabbits. Otherwise, given her appetite, all the birds nearby would have been exterminated.

"Are you not eating this too? It's such a big flock, I picked the fattiest one to bring back."

Jinya muttered, laying on a tree, her gaze toward Old Gao unfriendly.

"Is he not letting you eat? Let me drive him away for you."

"Don't, don't, don't—Jinya, stop thinking of feeding me from now on. Just bring some snacks back for Little Jin."

All the good food is protected; he dared not take a bite.

Little Jin accepted it with delight, lying on the other side, holding down a pheasant with one paw, plucking it clean in just a couple of pecks.

He tore off a strip and brought it over to Jinya, feeding him a bite before going back to ripping more.

A chicken was merely an appetizer at best; in the end, Little Jin still had to catch a rabbit to fill his stomach.

By the time Chen Ying and the others started their lunch, Jinya was still murmuring, the entire lynx looking languid and listless.

"Enough, enough—I know you want to feed me, but I really don't eat that stuff. Look, what we eat isn't bad at all; you're not starving me."

Chen Ying felt helpless. Jinya, is it winter hunger delusions, always fearing he'd not find prey and starve?

Old Gao felt a twinge of sourness in his heart.

"Hmph, keep indulging it; one day I'll report it for killing birds indiscriminately."

Hearing this, Jinya got so angry that he let out a whimper and made an attacking gesture.

Little Sen was eating while teasing Little Cub.

Suddenly enraged, Jinya startled Little Cub, who shivered and clung to Little Sen's leg, seeking refuge in his arms.

Beside them, Jiaojiao sat up straight and "hmm" twice towards Jinya, who then reluctantly lay down.

Little Sen looked up, about to speak, when he suddenly paused.

"Brother Gao, look, is there something on the back of that long-striped small owl?"

Old Gao, bowl in hand, looked up blankly and blurted out, "Crap," almost knocking over his bowl.

The long-striped small owl was a small bird of prey, always clutching at various rodents and small gnawing creatures, being ridden by a weasel on its head—had the world turned upside down?

The little owl could turn its head a great deal, but this weasel might be a fighter among its kind, actually trying to counter-attack the little owl.

All three stopped eating, lifted the small table to the second-floor platform, lined up their phones, and started recording.

Little Owl Mother stood on a branch, swaying her body, turning her head from side to side.

The agile weasel dodged and clung to the back of Little Owl Mother's head.

Then, a desperate act for survival: the owl grasped the branch with her claws, leaned backward, and with the force of gravity, the weasel's hind legs lost grip on her back.

Little Owl Mother seized the opportunity, turned her head, bit into the lower half of the weasel, and with a fierce pull, she dislodged the weasel from her back.

The weasel, far from surrendering, emitted a squeaking sound and twisted around, claws aiming for Little Owl Mother's eyes.

Little Owl Mother spread her wings, shook her head, and hurled the weasel against the tree.

The dazed weasel hit the ground, but three seconds later, scrambled up and ran.

But the weasel didn't know that apart from Little Owl Mother, its natural enemy, there were two big cats who, though they didn't favor thin mice, wouldn't mind trying one occasionally.

So the next moment, the weasel that thought it was about to escape had its destiny's back of the head fiercely grabbed by a paw.

No, "grabbed" was too light a term; more like "burst."

Little Owl Mother was furious, cursing from the branch.

The back of her head was bitten and painfully sore.

Jinya stepped back sheepishly, squatting down quietly, her big watery eyes innocently looking at Little Owl Mother, as if to say it was not intentional.

Little Jin came over, sniffed at the weasel, sneezed, and backed away.

That expression seemed to wonder what was so appealing about such a stinky mouse bar—could it be tastier than regular ones?

Little Jin, you might not have experienced the power of stinky tofu yet!