Feng Tang saw the scarlet tiger enter the bathroom, and it followed in without saying a word.

Obviously, this product has been wandering outside for so long, and I don't see that it loves to be clean, but since following the scarlet tiger, this product's words and deeds have unconsciously begun to imitate the scarlet tiger.

The Scarlet Tiger didn't care about it, and the bathroom in this small hotel was not large, but it was more than enough to accommodate a cat and a parrot at the same time.

A cat and a bird were under the faucet, wantonly washed up, and halfway through the wash, the scarlet tiger found that the hair on his body could not be washed without shampoo and shower gel.

It called Wang Hantong to come in and help tear open the two bags of shampoo, apply the shampoo to its feathers and phoenix oranges respectively, and asked Wang Laohan to help them rub their hair.

It took more than twenty minutes for the bird and the cat to shake the inside of the feathers.

Wang Hantong looked at the scarlet tiger and Feng Tangerine who were drenched in water and asked, "Do you want me to take a towel out and help you wipe it?"

"No need, I'm a bird, what to wipe, wait for me to shake the feathers, stand in the sun and dry for a while, but it's a phoenix, it wants to trouble you to help wipe the feathers." ”

"After wiping the hair of it, you can wash it, and the water faucet is twisted to the left, which is hot water. The scarlet tiger replied as he shook the water off his feathers.

Feng Tang glanced at Scarlet Tiger, and then looked at Wang Hantong, but did not say anything.

"Oh, got it. Wang Hantong didn't say anything more, he went in and got a towel, and carefully helped Feng Tang wipe his hair.

Feng Tang stood obediently and didn't move until the hair on it was half dry, and Wang Hantong staggered into the bathroom.

After Wang Hantong came out of the bath, the scarlet tiger only felt that his eyes lit up, he looked at him a few times, and couldn't help but blurt out: "Uncle Wang, does anyone say that you have a poet-like melancholy temperament?"

"The temperament of a poet?" you joke, I have been a farmer for most of my life, although I know a few words, but the poet ......" Wang Hantong shook his head a little funny.

"What I'm saying is true, Uncle Wang, it may be that you have experienced too many things in your life, plus you are well versed in the world, and you have penetrated people's hearts, and unconsciously made you have a very special temperament on your body, with your current image, take me to perform arts, and the harvest ......"

The scarlet tiger's eyes were burning and shining, and it circled around Wang Hantong, quickly sketching a wonderful blueprint in its mind, and it seemed to have seen countless banknotes flying towards it in front of him.

"You ......" Wang Laohan was stared at by it and his scalp was numb, and Feihu's eyes were really ......

More and more, he felt that the parrot in front of him might not be a god, but a little demon with a bad habit of playing tricks, oh no, a god.

"Hey, Uncle Wang, what kind of eyes do you have? I look like a bad person, oh no, like a bad bird with a bad belly?"

"I didn't say that, you said it yourself. Wang Laohan muttered quietly.

"It's good that there is no doubt, let's not talk about it, let's get down to business, at the moment we will first discuss the issue of your image, which is extremely critical to the success of our show. The scarlet tiger looked straight and said with a scheming face.

"Meow!" Feng Tang basked in the sun on the window for a long time, the hair on his body was completely dry, and when he heard the conversation between the scarlet tiger and the old man, he was unwilling to be lonely and ran in and meowed.

"Yo, how beautiful is it after washing it?" After washing it thoroughly and drying its fur, Feng Tang is a small yellow orange cat with a very bright and beautiful coat, and the old man's eyes fell on it, and it suddenly lit up.