Qin Shiou was stunned: "Simba? Yes, the lion king's name is Simba, but the problem is, it's a lynx. ”

"The lion is a feline, the lynx is a feline, they have the same ancestor, they are distant relatives, we want to give the little lynx a little ambition, so wouldn't it be nice to encourage it with a name like Simba?"

The more Winnie talked, the happier she became, and she convinced herself first.

Qin Shiou was speechless, but he always felt that something was wrong.

The little lynx didn't know that it had a name, but the two of them pointed and drew at it, and it also knew that it had something to do with it, so it drank the warm milk, ran over and held Winnie's hand and sold cute, and rolled around furry.

Winnie doted her finger on its forehead and said, "Okay, dear, from now on you will be Simba, you are the king of the North American lynx, right?" ”

The little lynx knows a ball, and it knows to roll around with Winnie's arm.

Qin Shiou felt that he couldn't let Winnie name him in the future, it was too unchallenging, it was all this king and that king, he wanted to find the white wolf king Xiao Luobo, but this bastard didn't know where to run, and he couldn't find it for the time being.

Simba is quite dirty, jumping up and down all day long, climbing trees and drilling grass nests, and his hair is full of mud and snow grass, which is one of the reasons why Qin Shiou didn't recognize its identity at first sight.

Winnie bathed it with warm water, and the tiger and leopard ran in and hid in the doorway to watch the lynx with their little heads exposed.

Qin Shiou turned around and asked, "Where is the little radish head?" Where is it? ”

The tiger and the leopard looked at each other, lowered their heads and trotted all the way downstairs, not knowing what was going on.

Felines don't like bathing, and so do lynxes. Looking at the gurgling hot water, King Simba suddenly panicked. Kicking your shin makes you want to run.

Winnie is already experienced with the little ones, and her eyes are quick to grab her neck. I just stuffed it in.

The little lynx let out a terrible scream, and his face was full of panic as if he had gotten off the oil pot.

Qin Shiou was afraid that it would hurt Winnie, so he injected some Seagod energy into it, which could appease its feelings.

Sure enough, after receiving the energy of the sea god, King Simba was more stable, and it was estimated that he also felt warm and comfortable with hot water, squinting his eyes and making a 'gurgling' sound in his throat. Start enjoying a hot bath.

Of course, its claws kept its grip on Winnie's wrists for fear of slipping into the water.

Winnie asked Qin Shiou to give it a shower gel, which is specially for the little ones, containing the functions of insect repellent and fluffy hair, but there is no fragrance, because the little ones have a keen sense of smell, and if the taste of the shower gel is too stimulating, it will hurt them.

The lynx is a beast with a slower metabolism. They should be chubby, but King Simba is a little thin, just like the original little radish head, with his hair stained in water. It became a big turnip.

Winnie bathed it twice, dried it with a towel and then blew it off with a hair dryer so that the lynx would look better.

Lynx is a very beautiful feline. The round face is very cheerful, and the hair on the body is well developed. The tips of the ears have black towering tufts of hair, and the abdominal hair is very long. The back hair is thick and feels good to the touch, which can also help keep them warm.

King Simba is still a toddler, and his hair is not fully developed, so he likes to drill people's arms, because it is not strong enough to withstand the cold, and it always feels cold.

Like most lynxes, King Simba has a dark, reddish-brown back, a pale yellowish-white hair on his belly, a whitish hair, and several distinct brownish-black longitudinal stripes on his cheeks.

The cutest of all are its claws, like Bigfoot, and the little lynx has a pair of large claws that are not proportional to its body, and are covered with long, dense fur as if it were wearing snowshoes.

This is the result of thousands of years of evolution of lynxes, who often have to hunt in thick snow, and only if their claws are large enough to provide a large enough pressure area for their bodies not to sink into the snow.

With the little lynx, the atmosphere of the villa becomes much more vibrant.

Unlike the little radish head who just came to the villa, King Simba is not afraid of life, and is a self-cooked little thing.

Winnie carried it to the living room, and when it jumped down, it shook off its fur and ran around.

Shirley beckoned to it, and it ran over and rubbed Shirley's little hand with its head affectionately, and Powell gave it a piece of jerky, which it swallowed with its mouth open, and then stared at it with wide eyes and begged to continue feeding.

It is not afraid of tigers and leopards, after Lalawang ran in, it greeted it warmly, Lalawang disdained to play with such a small thing as it, King Simba didn't care, the dead skin followed behind, rolling around like a little tail.

However, it is just afraid of George W. Bush.

Bush Jr. flapped his wings and flew in, and King Simba, who was playing with the tiger to grab the ball, shivered, rolled and rushed to Winnie, and then grabbed his trouser leg and flew into his arms.

Qin Shiou thinks that the little lynx will become a tyrant in the fishing ground in the future, this guy is cheeky, he can run, jump, climb trees and walls, and be naughty, who can deal with it?

In the evening, the weather took a turn for the worse again, and soon the north wind was howling, and heavy clouds were gathering from all directions, and it seemed that it was going to snow.

Qin Shiou drank the broth and said helplessly: "Oh my God, this is November, do you want it to snow so much?" ”

Iverson was very happy, looking at the snowflakes floating outside, he lifted his big vat, which was sprinkled with coriander meat and bone broth, soaked in the freshly baked flatbread, and said with satisfaction: "Broth cakes, it's good to eat in winter!" ”

Qin Shiou rolled his eyes and said, "Yes, dear, it's delicious, but if it snows too much, it's a disaster." ”

Iverson gulped down the cake and asked vaguely, "Don't you like it?" ”

Qin Shiou nodded and said, "Of course, who would like a snow disaster?" ”

After saying this, he didn't care, he drank his thick broth and went to the Internet, and then he heard a noise in the yard, so he opened the curtain and looked out, and saw that Iverson was waving a wooden stick and roaring in the snow.

Qin Shiou was startled, and hurriedly ran out and asked, "What's the matter, Ivoson?" ”

Iverson turned around and showed a simple smile, and said loudly: "Qin doesn't like snow, Iverson drove them away!" ”

After saying that, he began to wave his stick at the sky again, shouting, "Don't come down, let's go!" Let's go! Don't come to the fishing grounds! You guys go to Toronto! ”

Qin Shiou wanted to laugh a little, but he was more moved, he walked up and grabbed Iverson, reached out and grabbed the back of his head to make him bend over, the foreheads of the two were pressed together, and said: "Man, they are already scared, they will go, give them some time, let's go, let's go home, okay?" ”

"I'll tell them to hurry up." Iverson said.

Qin Shiou said: "No, no, it's okay, it's okay to slow down, let's go home, Winnie has made milk tea for you, do you like milk tea?" Great milk tea. ”

"Sugared?"

"Two pieces."

"Oh, that's great, let's go back."

Qin Shiou smiled and pulled Iverson into the house, and then suddenly found that there seemed to be a white shadow shaking in the distance.

Uh, the bullet shell doesn't know which one to offend, and I deliberately voted for four 0-star evaluation votes for this book, and there are a thousand barbecue flavors in the mouths of a thousand people, and the fishing ground can't satisfy every friend, but if you don't like it, wouldn't it be good to leave? Don't you have to vote for 0 stars, right? What hatred and what grudge? Of course, it's not that you don't want to vote, this is the freedom and power of readers, but the bullet shell thinks it's quite unnecessary, right? The bullet shell should be quite low-key, everyone has to spare people, thank you for the brothers and sisters who have always supported the eggshell, thank you for not giving up, thank you for your great support! (To be continued......)