The charming girl of the farm gate of crossing

Chapter 608 It's Like Raising an Ancestor
Looking at the big white dog obediently standing by the kitchen door, He Xiner couldn't express her feelings.

She hadn't even raised a puppy before, but now she suddenly wanted to raise such a huge animal, she really had no experience at all.

Take the present as an example, if it is an ordinary local dog, it will be enough to soak some pancakes in vegetable soup and feed it.

This big white dog is as noble as a prince, He Xiner really doesn't know what to feed it.

Alas, it seems necessary to take a trip to the town.

Thinking of this, he laughed again, "Hey, let's make do with some food today, and buy bones tomorrow, okay?"

For some reason, it was a sentence that was clearly meant to be a joke, but it was unexpectedly soft, with a hint of flattery.

Because she was bending over, stroking the dog and discussing with it solemnly.

Ouch, I'm going!
I am the master!

It's the master!
Just about to say something more, to restore my self-image, but seeing the big white dog narrowed his eyes slightly, he nodded casually.

That means I agree~
agreed?
He Xiner wanted to run away!

Who is the master?

Why does she feel that she is like a little girl serving it?

How is this raising a dog?

It's like raising an ancestor!

Call ~
For the sake of you being tall, handsome and heroic, this master doesn't care about you...

He dug out a large bowl, scooped a bowl full of bacon and cabbage, took a white noodle steamed bun, broke it, soaked it, brought it to the kitchen door, and patted the big white dog on the head, "Eat it, this bowl will be exclusively for you from now on." .”

The big white dog glanced at the rough ceramic sea bowl in distaste, and disliked the chaotic cabbage by the way, then lowered his head unhurriedly, and began to eat slowly.

He Xiner...

She really wanted to ask Brother Zhang, did he bring her such a hard-to-serve ancestor, did he want to see her having fun or something?

But, but, there is such a handsome big pet dog, it is very face-saving to say...

He Xiner narrowed her eyes and watched the big white dog eating gracefully, her vanity was greatly satisfied~
Just as some were thinking wildly, Wang Shi and Ye Xusheng both entered the backyard.

Oh, there is also a little tail, little friend Wang Jinling.

Before the three of them came to the front, they saw He Xiner squatting at the door of the kitchen, holding a burning candle in her hand, smiling and watching the big white dog eat.

"Oh my god! Sister Xin'er, you actually feed the dog white flour steamed buns!"

This operation simply opened the eyes of the little girl~
She has grown up so much that she hasn't eaten white flour steamed buns yet. It's not as good as a dog!
Nonsence!

What nonsense are you talking about!

"Hehe, this dog is not an ordinary dog. It will dislike bad things."

Although He Xiner's words were in response to the little girl, she stared at the big white dog with dead eyes. Sure enough, seeing it stop moving, she gave herself a speechless glance.

What the hell!

This dog has become a spirit, it's a real hammer!

The whole world is fantasy!

He Xiner is a little skeptical about life~
And little Wang Jinling was stunned by her words, how could a dog know how to dislike it?
"Puchi~"

"If you want to feed it, you can feed it. If you are looking for such an excuse, you are not afraid of being overheard and laughing at other people's big teeth?"

"Hey, there are no outsiders here~"

He Xiner shrugged and talked to her mother with a smile.

The little girl watched the big white dog eating with a tangled expression, and Ye Xusheng also glanced at the big white dog thoughtfully.

Mrs. Wang put the steamed buns in the pot into a basket, and took out the bowls and chopsticks. Ye Xusheng hurried forward to help, and Wang Jinling also stepped forward to help with the chopsticks, but He Xiner grabbed her sleeves, "Cousin, have you washed your hands yet? "

"Second aunt washed it for me."

"Oh, that's good. Remember to wash your hands before eating after touching the dog."

"Eh, I see."

The big white dog, who was buried in his food, looked up at He Xiner quietly.

He Xiner did not look up at it.

(End of this chapter)