Hundred Treasures of the Monster Tan: Meat Feed

This time I slept until the sun was three poles, Mr. Tiger got up, and the first thing he went to find Zong Sui.

Isn't there a saying among human beings that if you don't see each other for a day, it's like three autumns. Now he just feels itchy when he doesn't see him for a few hours.

I want to eat meat made by Zongjue, and I want to eat meat made by Zongjue even more, no matter which one is delicious in the world!

Mr. Tiger was fully dressed, humming a little tune and went downstairs.

The landlady's flower shop is connected to the corridor of the house. When he passed by, he saw the TV was on and the weather announcer was reporting.

The landlady said: "The meteorological station has never been accurate, and said that after working for so long, artificial rainfall is needed. Isn't it raining, tsk tsk."

It turns out that it needs rain.

Mr. Tiger breathed a sigh of relief, he had accidentally done a good deed, and he was a little complacent.

Just as he was about to go out, the landlady saw him and asked, "Ah Kui, are you going out?"

"Yeah, I'm going to buy some breakfast."

"No need to buy, I bought too much earlier, you come and eat."

Mr. Tiger originally planned to ask Zong Jue to eat with him, but the landlady could not help but drag him to the living room and serve youtiao soy milk.

Said: "You don't have to be polite to me, the medicine you gave me yesterday is so effective, my old man applied it all night, and today he is alive and kicking, and he said he wants to go fishing with his friends."

When the aroma of fried dough sticks came, Mr. Tiger immediately put aside his politeness, and he followed the landlady's wife and began to eat.

"By the way, didn't you say you were going to move things here? I didn't see the moving company all day yesterday."

Mr. Tiger doesn't have anything to move, it's just casual talk to the landlady, he's forgotten about it.

Biting the fritters, he said, "Actually, I don't have any big items, just some personal belongings. I don't need a moving company. I'll bring them here today."

"Don't forget to take your clothes, you see you are still wearing yesterday's set."

A careless remark by the landlady reminded Mr. Tiger——

That's right, the human world needs to change clothes every day, and on such a hot day, wearing the same clothes is too conspicuous, so he has to change them out early.

He finished his meal with a few mouthfuls and thanked the landlady.

When the landlady heard that he was going to find Zong Jue, she smiled and said, "Sure enough, it was a family 500 years ago. You see, you just met each other, so it's so fun to talk about it."

The words changed in Mr. Tiger's ears, he nodded and said, "It will be fun!"

Mr. Tiger first went to a nearby breakfast shop to buy breakfast, and came to Zong Jue's house.

He rang the doorbell, and Zong Jue came out after a while, wearing pajamas, with disheveled hair, and looked a little surprised when he saw him.

Mr. Tiger flashed the plastic bag in front of him.

"I brought you earlier, I'm sorry last night, I left temporarily because of something, are you not angry?"

Zong Jue put his hand on the door, as if he didn't want him to go in too much.

Mr. Tiger looked at his face and asked softly, "Are you really angry?"

"No, it's just uncomfortable..."

"If you feel uncomfortable, you can't do anything. You have to eat and then take the medicine. I don't know if the medicine prescribed by the Mongolian doctor is effective. How about I help you make the medicine. Although the medicine is bitter, it is effective."

Mr. Tiger didn't care about Zong Jue's resistance at all, and walked in talking to himself.

Zong Jue couldn't stop him, so he had no choice but to just let it go, watching him go in, setting up breakfast and picking up chopsticks as if he was at home, he couldn't help smiling wryly.

The more he is afraid, the more he will come. Last night he had a strange dream. Someone forced him to have sex. The strange thing is that he didn't feel disgusted.

Later, he did it very intensely. He tried hard to see the appearance of the other party, but he still couldn't see clearly.

He looks like Chen Fengyang, but he doesn't seem to be. His body shape is more like the person in front of him.

So when he woke up, although the fever subsided, Zong Jue's brain became even more confused.

Seeing Zong Kui, he thought of the two nights of sexual dreams in a row. It would be a lie to say that he was not embarrassed, but he was so enthusiastic, and there was no way to drive him out.

"What are you doing standing there? Come and eat."

Mr. Tiger set up all the bowls and chopsticks. Seeing that Zong Jue was still standing there in a daze, he pulled Zong Jue to the seat and sat down.

Patting him on the shoulder, he said, "Eat first, and I'll help you get some water and medicine."

He ran to the kitchen to pour water, and Zong Jue couldn't help laughing at his actions.

He is really a familiar person, and he doesn't care about other people's thoughts at all. He is too strong, but he doesn't hate it, but enjoys the feeling of being served.

Since his parents passed away, Zong Jue has never been close to anyone. He lived in an orphanage when he was a child. He has developed such a sense of defense and tried not to get too close to outsiders to avoid being hurt.

Maybe it's because I've been alone for too long, and I still look forward to being cared for in my heart, even if the other party is a suspicious and dangerous person.

"Aren't you going to eat?" Seeing that Mr. Tiger only prepared his own bowls and chopsticks, he asked.

"I've eaten it. Aunt Pan gave me soy milk and fried dough sticks just now. I bought it specially for you."

No one has ever missed himself so much, Zong Jue looked at Mr. Tiger.

Mr. Tiger was handsome, he didn't look like a person with bad intentions, so he stopped being polite, picked up the bowl and chopsticks and started to eat silently.

Sitting opposite the dining table with nothing to do, Mr. Tiger began to study the talismans on the wall, and stretched out his hand to trace the lines of the talismans, looking fascinated.

Seeing it in his eyes, Zong Jue felt moved and asked, "Don't you have to go to work today?"

"Oh……"

When asked, Mr. Tiger withdrew his hand and said, "I do it for myself. I don't have a specific commute time. I just sell medicinal materials when I find them."

"It's freedom to do things for yourself, but if you don't do things, you have nothing to eat."

"No, I still have a way of making money."

With so many mountains, you can feed yourself by picking herbs casually.

When he becomes interested, he will go to pick ginseng and Tai Sui, and he will not have to work for a few years.

In this regard, Mr. Tiger is still very grateful to the gentleman who once educated him.

We must know how important it is to have a technology that can support ourselves in order to survive in human society!

"I have something to do, I can't go shopping with you today, what's your phone number, if you have any questions, you can call me."

cell phone?

Mr. Tiger was stunned for three seconds before he realized that to survive in human society, besides technology, he also needs a communication tool, which is called a mobile phone.

Those people in the villa are too weird, no one uses a mobile phone, so he didn't expect it.

"Mobile... I forgot it at home. I don't remember the number. I'll tell you later." He responded with quick wit.

Zong Jue didn't doubt it, and while eating, he casually said, "After you went back yesterday, your cat came to visit."

"Oh, it... has a bad temper, didn't it offend you?"

"I was almost caught by it again, is it really free from rabies?"

"How does a cat get rabies?"

"The cat will get it too. I think it hasn't been bathed for a long time, and its whole body is dirty. You have always kept it in free range, right?"

You didn't take a shower!Your whole family didn't take a shower!

Mr. Tiger retorted indignantly in his heart, and only belatedly realized that he really didn't take a shower last night, oh no...

"It's too dangerous for you to do this. Since you have a pet, you must have a sense of responsibility to take good care of it. It walks outside all day and is easy to be bitten.

If it also carries rabies virus, it may infect others, which is terrible. "

Being said like this, Mr. Tiger was a little... no, very depressed, he muttered: "It's obviously very cute."

"It looks very cute, but its personality... If it were a human, it would probably be like a psychopath. It is very well-behaved when it is normal, but suddenly it screams and jumps like a madman.

I was afraid of being bitten by it again, so I shut it out. Did it go home? "

Not a psychopath

Mr. Tiger was so depressed that he wanted to squat in the corner to draw circles, and on the surface he had to deal with Zong Sui.

"Come back, you don't need to pay attention to it. If it doesn't obey you next time, you can just kick it and beat it. It has rough skin and thick flesh to resist blows."

"What kind of attitude do you have for keeping a pet? Isn't it your relative? How can you let others kick it?"

Zong Jue lowered his face and said.

Mr. Tiger's flattery patted the horse's leg. He could see that Zong Jue was unhappy, but he didn't understand why he was unhappy——

If you hit me, I will hit you. If you bite me, I will bite you. This is the law of existence in the animal world. Is there any problem?

Perhaps Mr. Tiger's injured expression was too obvious, and Zong Jue also felt that his tone was a bit heavy.

He coughed lightly and said, "Sorry, I shouldn't have said that to you."