"I like this puppy a lot, but I don't know if Uncle Wang is willing?" Jiang Chan looked at the calm old Uncle Wang with a smile, but he looked at the little yellow dog with reluctance.

Aunt Osmanthus glanced at Uncle Wang: "Don't pay attention to this old man, it's enough for our family to have rhubarb, this puppy will be given to you, and it will be a good hand to take care of the home in the future." ”

Jiang Chan took the little puppy, this puppy cub was not afraid of people, and sat down on the seat of Jiang Cicada's tricycle, next to Jiang Chan, with a small tail cocked to the ground.

Jiang Chan drove a tricycle, it was not panicked at all, its dark eyes kept purring, and it was clever when he looked at it.

There was a surprise when he came back, as soon as Jiang Chan arrived at the door, he saw a big cat lying on the lap of Feng Yuan, who was originally sitting there basking in the sun.

This cat is covered in yellow, white and black patterns, a common three-flowered cat in the countryside. It was lying lazily on Feng Yuan's lap, its head resting on Feng Yuan's hand, and its mouth was still eating the salty snack that Jiang Cicada had prepared for Feng Yuan.

Seeing Jiang Chan coming back, the three-flower cat meowed at Jiang Chan, as if it was saying hello. Jiang Chan hugged the little yellow dog down, and the little thing immediately went around.

Every now and then, sniffing around, it's like enclosing territory. Seeing this three-flowered cat, Jiang Chan's eyebrows raised, he was going to pick up a kitten back, but it seems that he doesn't need it now.

Moved the radishes and greens given by Aunt Osmanthus into it, and the little yellow dog who finally circled the territory ran over. The little guy was pretty fast, like a ball of meat rolling on the ground.

It circled a few times at Jiang Chan's feet, and Jiang Chan quickly made a small cushion out of thatch and put it at Feng Yuan's feet, and the little guy honestly lay at Feng Yuan's feet.

Its two front paws hugged Feng Yuan's left foot, and its little head rested on the surface of Feng Yuan's foot. Feng Yuan, who was originally holding the cat, slowly lowered his head and saw the puppy at his feet.

The place where she slept was so fragrant that her little tongue was about to spit it out.

Jiang Chan glanced at it in a hurry, the time was not early, she had to make lunch quickly. It's going to be eleven o'clock at this point, and it's going to be dinner later.

Take out a fish, a few eggs and a piece of meat from the refrigerator, and the fish and osmanthus are all cleaned up, as long as the ginger cicada is made, and then a green vegetable is arguing, and a pot of rice is cooked.

As for the cats and puppies, Jiang Cicada will make another unsalted meal.

As soon as the fragrance of fish diffused, the three-flowered cat couldn't lie on Feng Yuan's lap, meowing and meowing. Feng Yuan's hand holding the cat tightened, his eyes looked in the direction of the kitchen, and slowly picked up the cat to find Jiang Chan.

As soon as she moved, the puppy who was sleeping on her upper couldn't sleep either, and spread her calves and followed behind Feng Yuan. Jiang Cicada is making fish soup, and Aunt Osmanthus has sent a lot of fish, and Jiang Cicada is a big braised soup and a small stew.

Suddenly, the kitchen door darkened, and Feng Yuan stood against the light with an expressionless face holding the cat. Jiang Chan dragged a small stool: "You sit here and rest, just have lunch for a while." ”

"Meow!" Feng Yuan sat down with the cat in his arms, but the three-flowered cat still barked at Jiang Cicada.

Jiang Chan found a small bowl, and it happened that the fish soup was also stewed milky and milky, so she picked up a fence and fished out a small fish. With a slight shake, the fish meat fell into the pot one after another, and the fish bones were basically on the fence.

Pouring the fish bone fish soup into a small bowl, the three-flowered cat jumped off Feng Yuan's body, and lay down in front of this bowl to feast. From time to time, I heard the sound of bones coming out of its throat, and I was obviously very happy.

The puppy couldn't sit still when he smelled this smell, and wanted to go to the Sanhua cat bowl to rub a few bites, but unfortunately he was cut off by Feng Yuan halfway. She scooped up the puppy with both hands, and there was no cat to hold it, so let's hold the dog.

This little puppy was too small, and on Feng Yao's knees, he didn't dare to jump down, so he could only watch the Sanhua cat eat very happily. In the end, out of sight and out of mind, his head was buried in the crook of Feng Yuan's arm, and his dark eyes kept staring at Jiang Chan.

Maybe he couldn't stand the little puppy's eyes, and Jiang Chan's cooking action sped up a little. Half an hour later, three dishes and one soup were placed on the table.

In addition to fish soup, there is also braised fish, shredded pork in Kyoto sauce, and stir-fried vegetables. Seeing the little milk dog keep wandering under his feet, Jiang Chan quickly prepared a bowl of water-soaked vegetables for it, and this little thing can be regarded as stopping.

After a meal, the two of them visibly relaxed. Feng Yuan was still carrying the three-flowered cat and preparing to bask in the sun, while the little milk dog followed Jiang Cicada step by step.

This little thing is a mother with milk, and I know that ginger cicada has delicious food. When the ginger cicada coded the word, it nested on the ginger cicada's thigh, and licked the ginger cicada's hand when it noticed the rest.

The two of them, a cat and a dog, the picture is very harmonious. Because the results of the new article are okay, the editor applied for a recommendation for Jiang Chan, and Jiang Chan needs to be updated today.

Jiang Chan herself has the habit of saving manuscripts, and her hand speed is relatively fast, usually able to speed 8,000 per hour, and the number of manuscripts saved today is already very considerable.

She writes when she is tired of writing programs, and when she is tired of writing, she writes programs, and when she is tired of writing, she intersects rationality and emotion, and she is thinking of changing her brain.

While typing code, Jiang Chan is still concentrating on two things, is there going to pull a network cable at home? I'll go to the town tomorrow to finish this matter! She will shoot videos to do self-media in the future, how can she do it without the Internet?

Life in the old house is very leisurely, and cats and dogs are invited to cook food every day. It's winter, so even if you want to do anything, you have to wait until after the spring of next year.

The network cable has also been pulled up, and it is much easier for Jiang Chan to contact the outside world.

If there is one thing she likes most in the village, it should be the stove. The dishes made from the earthen stove are fragrant, and the ginger cicada found pine wood from the mountain, and the taste of the dishes cooked with pine wood is even more unusual.

Time is gradually advancing, and it has been a week since the three-flowered cat and the puppy came to the house, and the size of the two has developed horizontally. It is said that cats are afraid of bathing, but although this Sanhua doesn't like it, it doesn't make a fuss.

Jiang Cicada took a bath according to it, and washed away a lot of grass wool and small insects on its body, etc., and after this washing, Feng Yuan held it even more, and he had to hug it when he slept at night.

As for this little milk dog, Jiang Chan is going to train it to be a caretaker. After all, she has been a treasure hunting rat for a lifetime, and she also knows how to improve the grade of spirit beasts.

It's just that many of the medicinal materials needed here are only available in the cultivation realm, so Jiang Chan retreated to the next best thing and gave this little milk dog some medicinal soup that strengthens the muscles and bones.