While in a daze, he cleaned up the yellow crabs and small shrimp that were jumping around. Song Keke set up a steamer to steam eight crabs and a bowl of Zhenjiang vinegar with a lot of finely chopped ginger, and plugged it into the rice cooker to boil white rice porridge.

and fried a whole pound of small shrimp that is only knuckle length and thick rice grains to be orange-red and crispy.

moved a few low tables to the floor-to-ceiling glass, and Meow Tuanzi looked at her with a hairy flat face and divided a plate of fried shrimp and put it on the table; I took two more red crabs and put them in a bone china bowl, took a small plate of ginger vinegar, and served them together.

Meow Tuanzi walked over and wanted to steal those fried fragrant shrimp on the dwarf, but he was accidentally washed away by ginger vinegar and had to retreat.

It's really a taste that makes meow unpleasant.

Song Keke changed into a straight coat with red lines on a white background, and carefully depicted the flowers between his eyebrows and a little vermilion between his lips in front of the mirror. Coming out of the storage room with a small jar of osmanthus wine in his hand, he happened to see this scene.

Rao is depressed in her heart, but she still couldn't help but smile lightly, fortunately, there was still Meow Tuanzi with her.

Pick up the remote control, turn on the lights and heating throughout the villa, and put on the daily news, just like when Ling Ling was still around...... Spend this Mid-Autumn Festival night that everyone pretends to forget inadvertently every year.

It's a pity that there is no moon for wine.

However, at least there is a meow to accompany her, although Song Keke is still stunned, he still inadvertently hooks the corners of his mouth - it's really ...... That's great.

She also has a cat with her.

It was getting dark, and the lights in the garden went from inconspicuous to beautiful.

There was another drizzle in the air.

It's easy to steal and eat a pleasant meow dumpling, and Song Keke grabbed and wiped a flower cat face, and it was easy to break free and quickly slipped out of the crack in the door. Wagging his tail, he squatted down on the short wooden hallway, or wooden balcony, and licked his paws contentedly to watch the rain drip from the eaves.

Song Keke was still shaking his head from time to time, and he didn't eat much of the crab in his hand after peeling it for a long time, but the small shrimp was stolen by Meow Tuanzi and half of the plate.

…… Why did Ling Ling disappear so easily......

There was only one sentence in her mind. Song Keke raised the small porcelain cup containing half a cup of osmanthus wine, his eyes glazed.

I want to ...... Go home......

Tears unconsciously slid down her cheeks, and the meow ball, who didn't know when she ran back again, screamed anxiously and crawled onto her to try to lick off the water droplets that hindered her eyes.

Song Keke hugged the fluffy cat ball, buried his face in Meow's back, and remained motionless.

Meow Tuanzi was held by her without struggling at all, and whispered "meow" from time to time, as if comforting.

After a while, Song Keke raised his face, except for the slight redness at the corners of his eyes and the tip of his nose, there was nothing unusual - except for a large piece of hair on the back of the meow ball.

was put down on the ground, Meow Tuanzi looked at her and found that there was nothing wrong, so she reacted to the discomfort of being wet on her back. Its unpleasant "meow" kept shaking its fur, trying to make a baby fur fluffy again.

After venting, Song Keke, who had returned to normal, looked at "poof" and smiled, went to the sink and wrung a soft and warm towel to wipe Meow's hair. Meow squinted her eyes and let her wipe it well, squatting on the ground and waiting to dry.

Song Keke bent his eyes and brought a hair dryer, and carefully helped it blow the snow-white hair on its back again.

As soon as she put away her hair dryer, the doorbell rang.

Song Keke made a movement in his hand and looked out of the door-

Mid-Autumn Festival night, familiar friends know not to bother, who else will take the initiative to come to her?

I can't open the door.