Feral cat domestication manual

Before the stitches were removed, life was ordinary.

In fact, the essence of a good life is plain, three meals a day throughout the year.

After he stopped collecting debts, Jing Cong never had the time when the sky was falling and he didn't want to worry about it, and the landlord knocked on the door with a menacing look on his face.

He got up according to Jiang Ci's work schedule, and would still stand by the window to watch him pass downstairs after Jiang Ci went out.It's just that the location has been lowered by one floor, so you can get closer and see it more clearly.

Jing Cong stayed in the bedroom during the day, and he had finished reading the collection of novels that night, so he picked something else to continue reading.Jiang Ci has a lot of books here, and sometimes he picked up a few out of curiosity and flipped through them, all of which he knew one by one, but he couldn't understand the strings of sentences.This also excludes the pile of foreign foreign journals that are purely in English.

Jing Cong sometimes forgets his intimate relationship with Jiang Ci.But at this time, apart from being ashamed, he would also think that there is such an excellent person who likes him.

He is not a sentimental person who is as delicate as a hair, and most of the time he is reading books, reading the world those people live in.

The daily lunch is still casual, and after that, Jing Cong wanders around the house casually, looking at the odds and ends on Jiangci's coffee table, and grabbing the two pots of dying grass on Jiangci's balcony.

When Jiang Ci came back at night, Jing Cong asked frankly: "Mr. Jiang, are the two pots of grass on your balcony dying?"

Jiang Ci glanced at him, and wanted to dig out the "Way of Speaking" in the bookcase for Jing Cong to study.

He suppressed a smile and made nonsense: "They have been exposed to too much sun and are too tired."

Jing Cong stared at him seriously for two seconds, and moved his eyes away to laugh.

Jiang Ci saw it, and said helplessly and sweetly: "It's because I always forget to water them. You will water them every day from now on."

"Okay," Jing Cong said happily, "I will remember."

Every dinner time is the time for chatting at the Jiang family table.Of course, at other times, anytime, anywhere, it's also their chatting time...

"I can have the stitches removed in two days," Jiang Ci said. "It's almost two weeks. Let me think about it... There won't be many classes the day after tomorrow, so I will come back early in the afternoon and go to the hospital."

Jing Cong licked the corner of his mouth, "Didn't you say that you can find a clinic nearby if you remove the stitches?"

"Yes, but I also said that it is better to have a review for a mild concussion. We will go and have a look the day after tomorrow." Jiang Ci shook his head with a happy face, "As long as you look at the white gauze wrapped, you feel that it is quite serious. Same, this ugly thing that is an eyesore can finally be removed."

Jing Cong bit the chopsticks in his mouth, hesitantly asked: "Is this ugly...?"

"Where is it ugly! Who said it is ugly!" Jiang Ci knew that his expression was inaccurate, so he reined in in time, "I mean I hope you get better soon, and you can sleep and move normally."

"Hey, how about the fried meat today? Is it delicious?" He continued seamlessly, picking up a chopstick of shredded pork and putting it in the Jingcong bowl.

Jing Cong said with admiration: "It's delicious, every day is delicious."

Jiang Ci thought, of course everything I cook is delicious.

The low-ranking little wild cat is similar to other people's little white rabbits, and is led astray by fools every minute.I can only be thankful that the flamboyant Professor Jiang in front of me is not bad in nature.

After Jing Cong finished chewing, he remembered something, and said, "People from the police station called me today, and asked to complete the information tomorrow."

"What time is it tomorrow? Is it convenient for me to take you there?"

"No, no, you go to work. I'll just take the bus at noon."

Jiang Ci nodded.

"I asked that day because you responded in a timely manner. When Gao Lei strangled his neck when he entered, Gao Lei confessed that he didn't intend to strangle my mother, but was planning to threaten me by hurting her. So adding your knife, it counts as intentional wounding. But even if he won't stay in prison for long, there are three other things waiting for him, such as pornography, gambling and drugs." Jiang Ci said calmly.

He chuckled, "Gao Lei actually took drugs in the early hours of the day when he committed the crime. He was so stupid that he could spend the rest of his life in a drug rehabilitation center."

"They also said that if I have something to add, I can say it." Jing Cong frowned gradually, and said eagerly, "I know Gao Lei's gambling place, and the pawn shop where he sold his things to play cards also knows."

"Well, you can tell them the truth about what they will ask and answer tomorrow." Jiang Ci stretched out his hand, nodded Jing Cong's brow, and smiled, "It's all right, it's over, now he can't hurt We are."

"Don't let me send her to go tomorrow. Be careful, the stitches haven't been removed."

It was almost finished, and the two of them put away the bowls and chopsticks together.

They didn't deliberately divide up these housework, so they cleaned up together naturally.In the beginning, Jiang Ci took care of washing the dishes and pots, but Jing Cong had nothing to do at all, and he was not good at sitting in the living room by himself, so he would squat beside Jiang Ci and watch him wash the dishes.

It seems to be a very interesting thing.

After being molested by Jiang Ci twice, he didn't leave, just beat him up, handing bowls, basins, towels and so on.

Therefore, housework is a troublesome issue for many families. In the family composed of two model workers, Jiang Ci and Jing Cong, it is not worth mentioning!

"Xiao Cong, pass me the dish soap."

Jing Cong passed the things over and leaned against the wall, watching Jiang Ci squeeze the yellow bottle with his hands, then use the rag to circle the bowl, a dense layer of snow-white bubbles formed on the surface of the water, and the more he washed, the more he washed. There are many, and small bubbles will fly up with gestures.

Jing Cong reached out to touch the little foam that flew out. As soon as the small foam fell on his finger, it deflated instantly and turned into a small puddle of water.

Jiang Ci turned his head to look at him, and saw Jing Cong playing with the foam in his hand, grinning unconsciously.

That faint smile was like a stone falling to the surface of the lake, causing ripples in Jiang Ci's heart.

Jiang Ci stared at him and couldn't move his eyes until their eyes collided, "How about we invite Jiang Qiao to our house for dinner the day after tomorrow when the stitches are removed?"

Jing Cong paused, lowered his head, and replied with a smile on his face, "Okay."

Jiang Ci's heart was wandering, and his thoughts drifted away as soon as he drifted away.

"That's right." Then he suddenly remembered something, and he felt that it would be impossible not to mention it, and he also felt that it was too late to think about it!

"Why didn't you save a single number in your mobile phone? Didn't I change the mobile phone number with you? Although we haven't called each other, it doesn't matter."

The smile on the corner of Jing Cong's mouth drooped visibly, and he opened his eyes wide, "How do you know?"