Chapter 152 Zhenxiang Warning

Bang, bang!

The black bear whose head was smashed to pieces staggered and fell to the ground. Li Zitao, who was in a state of tension, finally heaved a sigh of relief, dropped the shotgun and sat on the ground.

A gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall. As an adult, although Li Zitao just blocked the black bear's slap, it doesn't mean that he is going to go up and fight the black bear one-on-one.

If you don't use the gun, you have to rush forward with the second illness, and fight hand-to-hand with a black blind man. How brain-dead can you do it?

"Charlie, you, you..." Greta knelt beside him, trying to do something in a hurry, but afraid of aggravating his injury.

The pearls in the eyes rolled down, making people feel distressed.

"I'm fine. It's just the blood I spit out after being hit. Did you see which direction the other horse ran?" Li Zitao asked after taking a deep breath to calm his mind.

It's one thing to be physically strong and freakishly resilient, it's quite another to be nervous and scared when threatened.

Li Zitao fought with others quite a few times, and he won easily every time.

But in the face of an adult black bear, how could it be possible not to be nervous and afraid, but it was an adult black bear, not a big, three-thick, strong man.

It's like someone hitting you with a bouncing ball through the glass, knowing that nothing will happen, but when the bouncing ball is aimed at your vitals, the brain reflex will instinctively tighten your legs.

"Over there, I saw it." Greta said with certainty, pointing to the rear left.

"It's okay, let's find it now and go home." A good hunt, let a black bear do this.

Seeing the hot emotion and concern in Greta's eyes, Li Zitao couldn't laugh or cry.

At this time, Greta suffered a shock in her heart. Except for herself, no one has the qualifications to say that she understands, or to say "empathy." '

How could she experience it without experiencing what she had experienced.

The lack of care since childhood made Greta long for caring. After her father died, the abuse, accusations and slander from her stepmother made her long for approval.

The intrigues, exclusion, and targeting of entering the modeling world made her choose to close herself again.

After meeting Stiller, she thought she had everything, but unfortunately he was never moved by her beauty, nor accepted her feelings.

When rejecting Stiller, Greta hoped so much that he could stay, stay with her in Hollywood, and stay by her side.

Encountering the "abandoned" Greta again completely froze her feelings and heart.

She thought that no one would ever be able to walk into her heart in this life, not even Li Zitao who was entangled with her in every possible way.

just now...

When a man is at the juncture of life and death, he can stand in front of you without fear, regardless of danger, resist everything for you, and snatch you back from the hands of death.

No matter what kind of woman she was, no matter what thoughts she had, at this moment she would be moved beyond measure.

This is the reason why men always like the routine of heroes saving the beauty.

After searching around in the woods for 20 minutes, they finally found the horse that ran away in fright, and the two of them returned in the direction they came from on the same horse.

"Boss? Come on, doctor, the boss is injured." Back in the manor, there was another flutter.

Li Zitao repeatedly explained that the blood on his body was the bruise spurted out after the impact. In addition, there were no injuries on his body, and he was alive and kicking, which finally made them calm down.

"Boss, let us follow wherever we go next time. If we do this again, I'm afraid my heart won't be able to bear it." The monk looked at him resentfully and said.

That small stare made Li Zitao hold his head and beg for mercy, and promised to take them with him next time.

With his affirmative promise, the monk left contentedly, leaving only him and Greta in the room.

"Kiss me~" The fragrance wafted into his nostrils, and Greta rushed into his arms, kissing him passionately, and two groups of fires were burning in her beautiful eyes.

(Zhenxiang warns that the speed has been a bit too fast recently, and the chapters have been revised.

I have to try the foot brake (╥╯^╰╥)

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"Boss, come and see what we brought back." After shaking, Li Zitao went out to warm up for a morning walk, and when he arrived at the door, he heard monks shouting.

"Is this the black bear?" Li Zitao was amused when he saw the bear skin on the table.

"Yes, originally I wanted to find some game, but who knew that I happened to find the black blind man you killed, and it was not eaten by other animals at night, heh..."

The monk said with a smile. The servants of the manor next to him were preparing a bonfire. It seemed that they were going to roast bear meat!

The bear skin on the table was being carefully cared for by the cowboys on the farm. Li Zitao found that it was in good condition, the hair was black and shiny, and the intact part was large enough.

"Does West have a bearskin coat?" Li Zitao asked casually.

"My lord has hundreds of fur coats." The manservant who was following him replied.

"..." Local tyrants are capricious, let's use it to curry favor with Greta!

"Send it to Hollywood and have someone make a bearskin coat for women." Thanks to the comparison style and extravagant expenses of the stars, there is also a gradually smooth road.

Hollywood Boulevard is more prosperous than before, and some old-fashioned handicraft workshops from London have also opened a semicolon here.

Although it doesn't belong to the top batch, it's considered top-notch. It's not difficult to make a fur coat.

After swimming back and forth in the swimming pool a few times happily, Li Zitao went back to the room and changed his clothes, and when he came out again, the meat was already on fire.

"The chef of the manor, Mr. Allen." The monk introduced him to the middle-aged man who was roasting bear paws with a knife.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Li." Allen said with a bow.

"You're welcome, Alan. I believe West is living happily under your care." Li Zitao smiled softly.

"Of course, it is my honor to serve the master." Allen's every move is very formal, maintaining the style of British aristocrats.

From the housekeeper to the personal servants, chefs, maids, etc. in this manor, all are taken care of from London, and the monthly expenses are not small at all.

It's just that, thinking of the country Y people who are leading the way in the dark cooking world, Li Zitao is a little worried about whether his stomach can withstand the test.

"What are you doing early in the morning?" The old man West got up, with his personal servant, Matthew, beside him.

"The black bear I killed yesterday, the monk brought it back, and they are preparing for barbecue." Li Zitao sat on the soft lawn, waiting for the food to be cooked.

"I heard from the housekeeper, it seems that you are really okay." When Li Zitao came back yesterday, Huaster went out to inspect the ranch.

When he got the news, Li Zitao was comforting Greta, who was 'passionate', so naturally he didn't have time to see him.

"Yes." Li Zitao nodded.

"Matthew, prepare some cold beer for us, now is the time to need them." West ordered.

"Okay, sir." Matthew stepped back in a well-fitting tuxedo.

"How's life here?" Li Zitao asked casually.

"Not bad, I made a few new friends in the town, occasionally fishing, climbing, walking together, and I can invite them to come here to play a few shots,

Whenever I hear them complain about their children squandering their lives and accomplishing nothing, I always feel a little grateful. "

"What are you lucky about? Are you striving to be single?" Li Zitao complained.

"Get lost..." It's easy to understand being single and a dog together, and West felt his blood pressure start to soar again.

Doesn't this little bastard know how to respect the elderly?

"Master, Mr. Li, the bacon with black pepper sauce is ready." The chef appropriately interrupted the unnutritious conversation between the two.

"Come on! Try Alan's craftsmanship. His grandfather used to be the private chef of a duke in Country F." West's explanation made Li Zitao, who had been worried all the time, heaved a sigh of relief.

What really needs to be faced is that the inheritance has been standing for thousands of years, and the well-known and well-known heirs in the dark cuisine world are still a bit unbearable psychological pressure.

It is impossible for the meatloaf to have a golden surface, which is not gourmet **.

The pine-smoked patties look dark, but lack the crisp, crusty charred exterior.

Cutting the patty, a burst of hot air and aroma fills the nostrils. After being marinated with a special marinade, the taste perfectly soaks into every inch of the patty.

"A sauce made of honey and flower petals, top-quality red wine, and pine wood for bacon..."

After tasting a piece, West put down his knife and fork and commented on Alan's cooking skills. Li Zitao rolled his eyes.

It's delicious, and I'm not a food critic, so I have to make it out like this.

You're so pretty, why don't you bake it yourself? What do you need a chef for?