Lin Shuo: "......"

It's really not that she's thinking too much.

She really suspected that the master had entered menopause.

After all, when she was ten years old, she was picked up by her master, and the master is still like this.

Now eight years have passed.

The master is still the same as before, and it seems that there is no change at all.

The years did not show a trace on his face.

Lin Shuo even felt that the old man might be over half a hundred years old.

It's just that because the beauty industry has developed, he can't see a little time on his face.

Probably preservatives.

Lin Shuo went to Zhuyuan to fetch spring water, while thinking left and right in his mind.

The little white cat also came with her.

This guy seems to have become a complete refinement, wherever Lin Shuo goes, it will follow him.

Anyway, death can't come down from her.

Lin Shuo carried the bamboo tube, bent down, and squatted on the edge of the spring pool, ready to scoop a spoonful of clear spring.

"Eh, Xiaobai, don't you think that the master is a little menopause. ”

Persian white cat: "Meow~"

"Harm, I don't understand, what's the matter with you, can't you telepathize with me now? ”

Persian white cat: "Wang." ”

Lin Shuo: "??"

Is this gradually doggy?

It's strange that there are no dogs in the cemetery.

The big white cat saw that Lin Shuo didn't speak, thinking that she didn't understand.

The eighteen animal languages began to alternate in turn.

"Meow, meow, baa, whoa, whoa, whoop, whoop......"

Lin Shuo: "??"

Isn't this cat really a sperm?

Lin Shuo tilted his head, and there was shock under his eyes, "Where did you learn the eighteen Chinese languages?" ”

The Persian big white cat turned its head arrogantly and squatted on Lin Shuo's shoulder, and scratched its neck with its forelimbs.

looks like "the lord is very noble".

Lin Shuo: "......"

is worthy of being a guy petted by the master.

It's getting more and more tsundere.

He is also proficient in 18 Chinese.

The master taught it really well.

Lin Shuo almost thought that this was not a cat, this was actually a personal illusion.

If you don't send it to school, it's going to be too late.

One person and one cat walked back along the path of the bamboo garden.

Lin Shuo hit the clear spring of two bamboo tubes.

One bamboo tube for cooking rice, one bamboo tube for stir-frying.

For many years, the master had not tasted her craft.

I don't know if he still eats or not.

Lin Shuo was busy in the kitchen for about two hours.

With three dishes and one soup on a plate, he walked out.

There was still a big white cat on his shoulder.

Chen Xiu was invited to sit down at the table.

The master likes ancient colors, so even the tables and chairs of the dining table are custom-made of fine mahogany.

Lin Shuo put the fried fried lettuce, cold okra, red oil bean foam, and sauce pork ribs on the table, and patted the big white cat on the shoulder.

"It's good for you, your food is over there, and you can't eat it on my shoulder. ”

The Persian white cat turned its head and didn't want to pay attention.

It and its Lin Shuo cannot be separated for a moment!

"You just take it off. Chen Xiu suggested, "It's very sticky to you now, and when you leave in two days, I'll see what it does." ”

The big white cat seemed to understand, and meowed and grinned at Chong Chenxiu.

You don't want to say anything more.

Lin Shuo went down to make up for the knife and corrected her master, "Master, it's not two days, I'm going to leave tomorrow." ”

Big White Cat: "?"

Dedication: "......"

The hand holding the chopsticks suddenly froze.

Chen Xiu glanced at her indifferently and quietly, "Is it so urgent?"