Forest Ranger, starting from Picking Up a Lynx Girl-Chapter 154 Snow Mountain, Hot Springs, and Bathing with Monkeys

The Monkey Mother took a few more steps forward, peering at the Little Monkey and even reached out to touch it.

But in the end, the Monkey Mother never really touched the Infant Monkey. Instead, she changed her posture and, imitating Chen Ying's manner, sat with her knees hugged by the fire, intently watching the Infant Monkey.

About an hour passed before the Infant Monkey finally stirred.

During that time, Chen Ying had prepared some formula milk using an animal baby bottle and fed it to the Little Monkey, but it did not suckle. The milk just slowly seeped into its mouth.

After the Little Monkey became active, it instinctively took a couple of sips. Probably feeling that something was not quite right, it struggled to open its eyelids.

The Monkey Mother excitedly came closer, grabbing Chen Ying's finger, emitting a soft "squeak" from her mouth.

The Little Monkey looked on blankly for a bit before reaching out its paw and grasping the Monkey Mother's Mao Mao.

Chen Ying reached out and gently touched the Monkey Mother's body.

Unlike before, when Mao Mao's tips were almost covered with ice pellets, the Monkey Mother's fur in front of her chest was now soft and warm, perfectly suited to warm the baby.

Chen Ying took the Little Monkey out, unfolded the towel, and placed the Monkey baby in the Monkey Mother's arms.

Smelling the familiar scent, the Little Monkey struggled to hug its mother and began to nurse.

As the Little Monkey actively hugged its mother, noises came from around them.

Chen Ying's heart skipped a beat as he turned on his flashlight. Several monkeys hurriedly dodged away, still making squeaking noises.

When the Monkey Mother arrived before, Chen Ying had recognized them. This was one of the four major monkeys of the protection area, the Short-tailed Monkey, which, like the Macaque, belongs to Second Nation.

In their protection area, Tibetan Chief Monkeys, Short-tailed Monkeys, and Macaques were not in short supply, only Golden Snub-nosed Monkeys were far fewer in number and mainly distributed in the same area, forming a super-large Golden Snub-Nosed Monkey troop.

The Macaque's habitat was at a lower altitude, closer to human living areas.

Beyond that were the Tibetan Chief Monkeys, with more of them in the High mountain meadow area, and the Gula Gully mountain range was essentially the territory of the Tibetan Chief Monkeys.

The Short-tailed Monkeys occupied this mountain and the one next to it.

Now, except for the young Macaque babies he had not handled, he had petted the young of the other three kinds of monkeys, with remarkable achievements.

The video from tonight's Little Monkey rescue could definitely be edited to make a special feature, which was also one of his purposes for coming to the mountain: to collect enough wild animal rescue material.

As if realizing that Chen Ying wouldn't harm them, an older female monkey took the lead in approaching and handed Chen Ying a big Mao Chestnut.

Following the Monkey Grandmother's friendly gesture, more than a dozen monkeys handed him fruit.

Chen Ying didn't have sharp monkey teeth, so he simply roasted the Mao Chestnuts in the fire until the shells popped open, then cracked them to scoop out the fruit to eat.

He also gave one to the Monkey Grandmother to let her have a taste.

After eating one, the Monkey Grandmother's old face twitched, she bared her teeth and called out to the monkeys behind her. Soon after, a troop of monkeys came over and piled up a small mound of Mao Chestnuts.

Chen Ying observed these monkeys, noticing ice pellets at the tips of their fur, and several of them had quite a bit of ice on them.

"Did you guys go for a bath? In this cold weather, aren't you afraid of getting sick?"

Chen Ying quietly made small talk with the Monkey Grandmother.

The Monkey Grandmother calmly glanced at him and signaled for him to feed her some of the roasted chestnuts.

"Water, warm. Little monkey, fur, no good."

Chen Ying looked around carefully again and noticed that apart from the robust bachelor monkeys, there were also a few mother monkeys with babies that did not have ice pellets.

He guessed that this young Monkey Mother beside him was giving birth for the first time, perhaps too playful, and had taken her Little Monkey to soak in the hot springs.

Hiss, there are hot springs in these mountains?

Chen Ying's eyes lit up at the thought that came to him a little late.

"Where is the hot spring, is it far?"

"Not far, beyond, in the gully, there's lots of water."

The Monkey Grandmother answered leisurely, her eyes never leaving the deliciously roasted chestnuts.

The other monkeys also wanted to eat, but they didn't dare to reach out.

Just now, a young monkey tried to take chestnuts from the fire, and Mao Mao nearly got burned. It was so frightened that it hasn't dared to get close to the fire since.

In the latter half of the night, after the monkeys left, Chen Ying forced herself to stay awake, groggily waiting for daylight.

At six-thirty, Old Gao woke up and told Chen Ying to sleep a little longer, but Chen Ying didn't agree.

"Last night, the troop of monkeys came, and they were all wet, probably from taking a bath. It's cold, and you can't soak in cold water, so I suspect there's a hot spring over there. Shall we go and take a look?"

Old Gao instantly became interested. "Let's go, we'll soak in the wild hot spring today too."

Following the direction the old female monkey had indicated last night, they indeed smelled the natural sulfur odor before getting too close.

The hot spring was located in a gully, not very large, and formed about a dozen natural pools from top to bottom.

But the large ones were only about a dozen square meters, and the smallest seemed only large enough to fit two feet in.

The monkeys were also bathing. They soaked in the larger, shallower hot springs, and a few young monkeys were swimming.

Next to two small pools, mother monkeys with babies sat on the rocks, grooming each other's fur.

Chen Ying first recorded a video of the monkeys soaking in the hot spring with his phone, focusing on one young mother monkey whose desire to bath seemed almost tangible.

But she was closely guarded by two other female monkeys, one in front and one behind her, proof that she was a unreliable new mother under strict supervision.

The arrival of Chen Ying and Old Gao made the troop of monkeys a bit panicked.

One of the larger monkeys sprang out of the water and showed them a threatening expression.

At that moment, the Monkey Grandmother sitting on a piece of wood emitted a sharp noise, and the expression of the Monkey King clearly froze. After panting a few times, he turned around and went back into the hot spring.

Chen Ying and Old Gao chose a spot as far away from the troop as possible to sit down.

The water was quite hot, about forty degrees Celsius.

After soaking his feet for a while, Old Gao couldn't resist the urge to get into the water.

Sleeping on the cold ground all night made soaking in the hot spring incredibly enjoyable.

Just as Chen Ying was hesitating about whether to get in or not, the young monkey mother came over with her child.

In the blink of an eye, she snatched the little monkey from her chest and tossed it to Chen Ying before quickly diving into the pool.

If it weren't for the fact that she had breastfed the little monkey, no one would believe it was a mother given her swift actions.

The two monkeys responsible for watching her on the rock were also stunned. They looked at Chen Ying, then at the young mother monkey, and again at the child in Chen Ying's arms, one of them visibly enraged.

The audacious young mother monkey quickly hid behind a male monkey, who stood like a wooden stake in the middle of the pool, daring not to move.

This presented quite the post-millennial mother vibe that left one speechless!

The little monkey first let out a piercing scream, then suddenly seemed to smell something. It brought its small head close to Chen Ying's chin to sniff, then deftly pulled open the front of his shirt and buried itself inside, not forgetting to suck on its finger.

Do all little monkeys have this trick up their sleeve?

The little Tibetan Macaque at the rescue station was particularly adept at burrowing into the chest, especially after the weather turned cold. Almost every night, it would crawl into Chen Ying's blanket in the middle of the night and curl up on his chest.

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It was also a good thing it didn't drool, otherwise, Chen Ying wouldn't have enough clothes to change into.

Snow Mountain, hot spring, a bunch of furry friends—this kind of life, even a fairy wouldn't trade it for anything else.