amazingly short legs

Sheng Bu's cooking skills are very good, but almost no one has eaten it except his parents. After all, Mr. Sheng is not the one who cooks for everyone.

He made a seafood dinner, which was spread across the table for six people.

There was a fresh and spicy smell in the air. Di Yan sniffed it and sneezed loudly. The whole dragon trembled. After recovering, he secretly adjusted his mood and walked across the dining table pretending to be calm. Walking to Shengbu's side, I wanted to pat him on the shoulder, but I couldn't reach it, so I patted Shengbu's hand on the dining table with her paw, "Aiqing is a good crafter."

Moribu put Xiaolong in the upper seat. The chair would definitely not be able to sit on it. He used the chopstick rest as a seat for it, and put a small vinegar dish for eating dumplings in front of it.

Di Yan curled up his tail, boldly sat on the 'throne' prepared by Sheng Aiqing, and was eager to try a table of hot seafood dinner. He had been hungry for 7000 years, so hungry that he seemed to be able to swallow Wanshan Lake in one gulp.

"What to eat?" Shengbu sat next to him, put on disposable gloves, and was ready to help Xiaolong shell and remove meat at any time.

Di Yan nodded in satisfaction, and pointed his little paw forward, "This thing is for Lao Sheng Ai Qing."

It was a plate of sixties fried with Qixian watercress, garlic and beer.

Moribe peeled one for him, and handed over the sixty-year-old meat.

The sixtieth flesh is not big, the size of a fingernail, but it is still quite big for Di Yan's small claws. Holding the oily sixtieth in his paws, he took a bite and ate a few dragon whiskers next to his mouth. All oiled.

The more Moribe looked at it, the more cute it became, just like a cat stealing grilled fish, with relish, full of satisfaction.

He began to peel the lobster for Xiaolong, dipped the white shrimp meat into the soup and put it aside for feeding, followed by vermicelli scallops, braised abalone, sea cucumber soup, grilled fish with bean curd, spicy snails and so on.

Di Yan finished eating his sixtieth armor, licked his paws, stroked the little dragon's beard next to his mouth with his paws, cleaned himself up, smiled contentedly at Shengbu, hiccupped, and said, "My lord I am full."

Moribe gave a hand while peeling the lobster.

"..."

Is this a big meal?

He looked down at the piled up peeled seafood on his plate, and at the lone flower carapace on Xiaolong's plate. The steaming seafood feast on the table seemed to reveal a hint of sadness.

Di Yan didn't realize it, and patted the back of Sheng Bu's hand that was shelling, "The rest will be given to Ai Qing, don't waste my heart, I'm tired, so I'm ready to go to bed."

Moribe: "..."

Eat and sleep.

After finishing speaking, Di Yan patrolled the room, suddenly jumped up in the air, wagged his tail in the air a few times, and then gracefully jumped into a fish tank on the TV cabinet.

The fish tank was as big as a palm, and there was no fish or water. There may have been some before, but now it is gone. Di Yan poked his head out of the fish tank, grabbed the side of the fish tank, and said, "Ai Qing, pour me a bottle of yours. Is that wine good?"

He had been soaked in wine for a long time, and he was not used to water for a while.

The cooking wine Shengbu used was beer, so he had to go to the restaurant to get a bottle, and tons of it went to a fish tank...a dragon tank.

Di Yan yawned in the bubbling cold beer, waved his hands at Shengbu, and then sank to sleep.

Mr. Sheng looked at each other with a table of seafood feast. He didn't eat seafood very much, but remembering Xiaolong's kindness, he had to sit down again. Just when he was about to pick up the chopsticks again, Sheng Bu suddenly found something on the dining table. An oily jiojio seal.

Mr. Sheng stared at the jiojio print calmly for a long time, then quickly took out his mobile phone and took a 720° all-round shot of the paw print. After applying various filters, the paw print of Emperor Yan immediately took over the place. total photo album.

After doing this, he picked out a photo with the most perfect light, angle, exposure, and filter among more than 300 photos with his mobile phone, and posted it on Weibo with the caption: its claws.

Twenty minutes after Weibo was posted, Shengbu was once again on the top of the trending list.

Little fresh meat star A: Such a cute claw, I want to touch it.

Little fresh meat star B: What kind of baby does Mr. Sheng raise, it looks so cute.

Little Fresh Meat Star C: Please see her true face.

Powerful star: Lao Sheng, what did you bring home?

Powerful boss: Is this why you didn’t update today?

The official microblog of the novel website: #我在市尚家为包pet#

Editor Xu Zhang: Boss Sheng, where's today's manuscript? (wronged Baba)

Zhang Daming, a contracted veterinarian on Weibo: Judging from the footprints, it looks like a bird, a bit like a chicken.

Passerby fan:? ? ?Shanda raised chickens?

CP fan: Shanda actually opened a chicken farm in his villa, Master Ming, don't you want to teach Mr. Sheng some farming experience.

Natural bacteria: Hey, I don't seem to recognize this paw print.

Veterinarian Zhang Daming replied to XX Natural Bacteria: Does it look like a chick?

Natural bacteria replied to Daming: Bah.

Veterinarian Zhang Daming: ...

Passerby fan: Hahahahahaha

CP fan: Junjun is very arrogant today, Mingjun who stands for a day.

Natural bacteria: @盛部What exactly did you raise, let me see, otherwise I won't be able to sleep today.

Moribe replied to Hirohime: Then I can't sleep.

Natural bacteria: ...

CP fans: Ahhhhhh Mr. Sheng is super A every day.

Hot search: #博博宝不知道曾先生养费#

The famous young director Wang Xiaofu sent a private message: Screenwriter Shanda, when will you pay back the script you owe me?

While eating the lobster, Moribe replied: No time, during the day shift.

Director Wang Xiaofu: I have pets when I have time.

Moribe has no friendship: yes.

Di Yan bubbling in the beer, "Zzzzzz—"

Shengbu ate half and couldn't eat anymore. Taking advantage of the emperor's tiredness of sleep, he poured the "heart" of Lord Long into the trash can, and mourned for a moment.

At ten o'clock in the evening, Shengbu finally finished coding today's manuscript, sent it to the editor for review, and then sent it out before eleven o'clock.

He carried the beer-smelling fish tank to the bedroom on the second floor, where the little dragon was sleeping soundly with the tip of its tail on its pillow.

Editor Xu Zhang sent a WeChat message: Mr. Sheng, are you asleep?

Moribe holds the phone in one hand: No.

Xu Zhang said: A foreign-funded publishing house wants to cooperate with the website to publish the English version of "Singing in an Empty Room". What is your opinion?

Sheng Buhui: Yes.

Xu Zhang: Then when are you free here?We meet with the publisher to talk about publishing and copyright.

Moribe asked him to arrange a time and ended the conversation.

Editor Xu raised his eyebrows at the WeChat avatar that no longer responded. This Mr. Sheng is really as indifferent and taciturn as in the legend.Seeing his expression, the roommate leaned over, blinked, and asked, "What's wrong? The press release failed?"

Xu Zhang leaned back, looked at his roommate's big shining eyes with a smile, and shook his phone, "When did Shanda delay the draft?"

The roommate was stunned for a moment, with surprise in his eyes, and said eagerly, "Hey Shanda, let me see what he said to you, did you mention that I like him very much? I am very low-key, so I will tell him this sentence." Just do it."

Xu Zhang raised his phone high to avoid it, "Private!"

The roommate jumped on him, holding his face in his hands, his eyes shining brightly: "I heard that Shanda is the boss behind Huayin Media, is it true? As long as you can sign as an artist of Huayin, you can meet Shanda, maybe Can you still act in Shanda's works? Does Shanda have a girlfriend? Please satisfy my burning heart of gossip! Baa baa baa!"

After speaking, he made a strange sound, soft and soft, like a newborn lamb.

Xu Zhang said: "You are such a nympho, do you know that?"

The roommate said: "I know, so Cao made a small grass sound, 'Grass!' to express my protest."

Xu Zhang: "..."

Just as Xu Zhang was about to say something, a thunderbolt suddenly resounded across the sky, and the dark night was instantly paled by the white light.

The roommate hid in his arms in fear, bleating and humming, his shoulders trembling.

Outside the window, there was a strong wind and thunder.

Xu Zhang patted his roommate on the shoulder lightly, and the roommate's head hidden in Xu Zhang's arms showed two five-centimeter-long horns.

Xu Zhang: "Ah, lovely horns."

Reaching out to touch it, the ram's horns instantly swelled, prodding him far away.

Xu Zhang: "..."

Xu Zhang: "I heard that this short and cute attribute is king."

As soon as the roommate looked up, the long horns pierced the overhead light.

The room suddenly darkened, and lightning flashed outside the window.

Xu Zhang grabbed his horn to keep him still, and went to close the window by himself, "It's okay, it's probably going to rain soon."

The roommate said that she was very scared, but her expression was not flustered. She looked out of the window and said thoughtfully, "Shusi came out, baa!"