Feral cat domestication manual

Jing Cong closed the door and stood by the door, shaking the small bottle in his hand, and a pungent smell from the small bottle wafted into his nose.

He really couldn't bear the smell, so he stood silently holding the small bottle, and then began to observe the room again.

The area and main structure of this house are the same as the one I live in, but it is obvious that the layout has been changed by Jiang Ci, and it should be that holes have been punched and partitions have been added.The decoration style of the house is simple, it doesn't look too particular, but it is very refreshing and clean.The sofa in front of him was very new, and on the tea table in front were two stacks of test papers, one stack of traces drawn with a red pen.

However, the location of the toilet and bathroom is also on the right hand side.

Looking to the right, there was gradually diminishing sound of rushing water coming from the bathroom.Through the frosted glass door, one can faintly see the people inside wiping it...

Jing Cong opened his eyes, and stuffed the Huoxiangzhengqi water in his hand.

"Fuck...!"

When Jiang Ci came out of the shower, he heard Jing Cong's sincere "fuck me".

"Little friend, who do you want to fuck?" Jiang Ci wiped his wet hair with a towel, and looked at Jing Cong, "You frown so much that you can catch flies. Have you ever drank this? I think you have a heat stroke. After drinking this It'll be fine in a while."

Jing Cong was so stimulated that his eye sockets were red, shrouded in a little mist, with a bitter face, and his whole body was completely devoid of aggression.

Seeing him like that, Jiang Ci opened his mouth and said nothing.

In addition to the power of this small bottle of Huoxiang Zhengqi Water, what acted on Jing Cong was Jiang Ci's unrestrained words just now. He quickly raised his hand to wipe his face, but his brows were still frowning and his mouth was tightly pursed.

Jiang Ci only thought of him as a child, but his heart softened.

He felt that this feeling was no less than a halo of fatherly love rising behind him... Jiang Ci searched for sweet things from the refrigerator, only found a bottle of orange juice drink and a piece of chewing gum, and put them on the carpet near the door Jing Cong.

"Afraid of suffering?"

"Bitter and spicy..." Jing Cong took a sip of orange juice, his voice was low, and his long and narrow eyes blinked.

Oh my god, what is this little thorn?rabbit?dog?cat?

Jiang Ci felt that he was seduced by sex, just like the kind of handsome guy who squats on the street, taking advantage of the weakness of human nature that everyone loves beauty to lure people to their barber shop to have their hair done.But at this moment, the other party didn't have that kind of utilitarianism, and he didn't do anything, looking innocent and harmless.

It can only show that people not only love beauty, but also love contrast and cuteness.

He stopped talking nonsense and started blowing his hair.

After Jiang Ci finished drying his hair and went to the shoe cabinet to change his shoes, Jing Cong still stood by the door and blocked the door.His complexion looked much better, but he was still a little pale.

The two of them just stared at each other like this, Jiang Ci was really convinced, "Why are you standing there, open the door and go out to eat."

Jing Cong just stared and turned to open the door.The two went downstairs one after the other, and Jiang Ci walked behind and said, "I haven't told you my name yet, my name is Jiang Ci, Han Jiangxue's Jiang, a high-grade Ci."

This introduction is enough for both taste and taste.

"I already know." Jing Cong replied from the front without looking back.

"Huh? Where did you know that?" Jiang Ci asked him.

"The security guard called your name last time.

Jiang Ci was happy now, but he just couldn't forgive others, "I stood by the side with a straight face, but actually listened carefully with my ears open, right? I heard my name as soon as I called it."

Already on the first floor, Jiang Ci saw that he was still stern, and didn't feel that the atmosphere was not suitable for talking, so he asked knowingly, "Then what's your name?"

"Jing Cong." Jing Cong hesitated again, and asked, "Are you a teacher?"

"Yeah, how did you know?" Jiang Ci raised his eyebrows.

"Look at the test paper on the table and guess."

Jiang Ci still wanted to say something, but he had already followed Jing Cong to the gate of the garage in the community. Jing Cong stopped and stood still.

Jiang Ci was full of question marks, "What's wrong?"

"I don't have a car, you can drive there." Jing Cong spoke in a low voice, but looked calm on his face.

"Then how did you know I would have a car?"

"You can't have it."

"...Yes, my landlord does. It happens that you are injured, so I'll drive there."

Jiang Ci didn't think so, he just admired Jing Cong a little bit, he felt that Jing Cong's persona could not do this job, he took himself to the garage calmly before, unexpectedly... But according to Jing Cong Jiangci would block his door to invite him to dinner, drink a bottle of Huoxiangzhengqi water and instantly soften, all of which were not expected by Jiangci.

"Where to go, show the way." Jiang Ci turned the steering wheel, passed the pavilion that was equivalent to a decoration at the gate of the community, and drove on the main road.

"What do you want to eat?"

Jiang Ci looked sideways at Jing Cong who was sitting in the co-pilot, then turned his head and continued to look at the road. He understood, and said, "Then I decide."

"Can you eat spicy food?" Jiang Ci asked.

"Ah."

Jiang Ci took Jing Cong to the night snack street, which was different from the barbecue stalls in their community, which were all set up with transparent plastic sheds, and the colorful plastic sheds in each store There were dozens of hundreds of tables and chairs, and all the waiters ran to the street to welcome the guests in.

The atmosphere of the whole street is booming. From time to time, the sound of cooking in the back kitchen can be heard, and the lights of an unknown number of watts are flickering, and the strings of lights make people's faces glisten with sweat.

"Sit here." Jiang Ci picked a restaurant at random and sat down, explaining: "The things on this street are almost the same, they are all spicy shrimp, spicy crab, boiled fish, etc. There is a lot of competition, and the taste is very good. It won't go anywhere."

A waitress immediately stepped forward with a smile, handed over the menu and asked, "You two handsome guys, what do you want to eat?"

Jing Cong looked at Jiang Ci without moving his hands.

Jiang Ci sighed on purpose, took the menu, ordered a boiled fish, a crab meat stew, and a corn soup with ribs, and ordered a bucket of rice.

He asked, "Is it enough to eat? What else do you want?"

Jing Cong nodded and replied, "Enough."

The waitress went to the back kitchen and was stopped by Jiang Ci, "Boiled fish and crab meat stew only need to be slightly spicy."

While waiting for the food, the two of them sat dryly, and Jiang Ci took out his mobile phone to reply to He Guang, saying that the rent for the third floor had been received.By the way, they insulted each other a few more words, and he laughed while typing.

The waitress came to refill the water several times during the period, and her eyes kept sticking to Jing Cong's body. Anyone who is not blind knows what that means.

The little girl came again to ask if she wanted napkins, but this time Jing Cong looked at her indifferently and said, "Thank you, I already have them."

Although it was just like this, the cold tone and attitude had already embarrassed the waitress, and she ran to the counter in a panic.

Jiang Ci put down his phone and laughed secretly for a while, this kid treats everyone like this, there is nothing wrong with him but he is not easy to like.

There is no doubt that extroverted and sweet-talking people are always better off in this humane society, but it does not mean that this is a standard and the correct answer.

It was another waiter who came to serve the food. When the food was ready, Jiang Ci rushed to Jing Cong and said, "Eat, let's see how it tastes."

Jing Cong paused for a while holding the chopsticks, then squeaked hard: "I invite you."

Jiang Ci was finishing his bowls and chopsticks, and he was happy again. It is true that the car he drove and the restaurant he chose were the dishes he ordered. It seemed too hostile, although all this was not what he expected middle.

"Of course, you haven't been here before. You pay the bill after eating, otherwise I won't do this money-losing business." Then he handed the kettle to Jing Cong, "Blanch it with boiling water for disinfection."

Now that it was finally time to eat, Jiang Ci filled a bowl of rice for himself, and lightly shouted in a voice that only the people at the same table could hear: "Dinner is ready!"

So Jing Cong heard it.

He didn't know why Jiang Ci yelled this, but he was inexplicably affected by this sense of ritual that he hadn't experienced before. For some reason, he also whispered: "Dinner is served."

Jiang Ci paused with the chopsticks of the boiled fish in his hands, the heat from the pot hit his face and hands, and his hands were scalded by the continuous superimposed heat, before returning to his senses and continuing to chopsticks.