Even if Wang Qing couldn't understand the dog language, he now understood what the dog meant.
"Thank you so much. You didn't forget to think of me when you were eating."
The dog is a little shy.
If the dog's hair hadn't been too thick, Wang Qing would have been able to see a touch of pink appearing on the tentacles.
Even so, you can still hear the dog's barking at least eight degrees.
"Woof!"
Accompanied by the bark, Gouzi stretched out his tentacles again and pushed the skeleton in the direction of Wang Qing.
It seems to be telling Wang Qing - hurry up while it's hot.
Looking at the skeleton that had been in close contact with dog hair and rubbed against the floor several times.
Wang Qing: "..."
A strong aroma of meat entered Wang Qing's nostrils.
I don't know if Wang Qing is really hungry, or if the broth in front of him is really good.
Just smelling this fragrance makes you want to eat.
The skeleton was picked up from the pot by the dog and pushed in front of Wang Qing.
Judging from the shape, it seems to be a sheep.
At this time, it has been stewed until the skin is crispy and the meat is rotten, and the bones and flesh are separated. There are only some remaining pieces of meat hanging on the frame, showing a state of being cooked to white.
The skeleton was slightly pink, as if blood was still leaking out, but upon closer inspection, there was no blood.
Maybe it's because it's too fresh.
Wang Qing is a person who hates the smell of mutton. If there is even a little bit of mutton smell, she will eat it.
But facing the skeleton of such a big sheep in front of me, and such a big pot of mutton soup stewed with whole sheep.
Wang Qing actually couldn't smell the mutton smell at all.
He felt that the aroma of meat filling the air was so delicious that it made his mouth water.
I don’t know what seasonings the chef added or what cooking techniques he used.
Wang Qing touched his hungry belly.
She reluctantly glanced at the sheep's skeleton on the ground and waved her hand towards the dog.
"Forget it, forget it, just eat it yourself."
No matter how delicious it is, Wang Qing can't overcome the hurdle in his heart and eat the leftovers of Gouzi.
The dog was using the tips of its two tentacles to move around on the tableware rack in the kitchen.
I am also going to find a spoon and scoop some soup to feed the owner.
Suddenly I heard Wang Qing's words again.
A sense of loss arose in Gouzi's heart.
But it didn't think much about it in its not very smart mind.
He immediately lowered his head happily and continued to immerse himself in the soup pot, snoring.
The delicious smell of meat attracts not only dogs, but also other animals.
The dog almost hugged the soup pot and immersed himself in it and ate bitterly.
The other animals did not dare to fight with it, but timidly took two steps in Wang Qing's direction.
Realizing that Wang Qing had no intention of driving him away, a lame golden retriever became bold. , carefully approached the skeleton and bit off a piece of meat that remained on the skeleton.
Wang Qing saw the golden retriever's movements, and a touch of affection flashed in his eyes.
It's really pitiful. Each of these animals is so thin that they are just skin and bones. Let them eat some.
Although this pot of soup was stewed by someone else, when I think of the kitchen, it is part of this black shop.
Wang Qing couldn't feel much guilt.
She looked down at the cowering pets around her, her voice became softer unconsciously, and she encouraged:
"Eat, eat, you all eat a little."
After hearing Wang Qing's words, the Siamese cat, who was already attracted by the smell of meat, instantly woke up.
He stretched out his paw and stopped the unsteady ragdoll cat beside him.
Almost, the Ragdoll cat is about to get a share of the pie.
After all, they are in a cage and can only eat one meal a day, and that meal is very small.
Every animal is hungry all the time.
It's really dangerous.
The Siamese cat raised its head and looked steadily at the "Miss" standing in front of the skeleton.
She is not tall, her skin is as white as snow, and her soft black hair hangs down to her shoulders.
At first glance, it even gives people the illusion of weakness.
At this moment, "Miss" looked at them with a faint smile and gentle eyes.
Those black eyes were like warm obsidian, revealing some compassion and love.
As if he truly felt pity for every animal in front of him.
The Siamese cat will not think that she is really a kind and kind person.
"Miss" is definitely a scheming femme fatale!
That pot of broth is a trap and must not be eaten!
Perhaps, as long as they eat that pot of broth, their degree of animalization will deepen.
And more importantly -
sheep……?
The Siamese cat identified what animal the skeleton belonged to.
But it was clear that the skeleton was incomplete, missing one of its hind legs.
At the same time, the meat on the sheep's head has not been completely cooked. One ear is drooping on it, and the ear on the other side has disappeared.
As for the eye sockets, only one eye has an eyeball, while the other eye socket is empty.
[lamb? ]
Subconsciously, the name appeared in the Siamese cat's mind.
This name was mentioned in the notes.
【March 8 sunny
The lamb came back, missing an ear and a leg, the wound had been treated, and he had a fever.
During lunch, someone came and gave medicine to the lamb. He shouldn't die, right?
Xiaoyang woke up once in the night and his fever had gone down, but... he seemed to have become stupid. Does he remember his name? 】
Could it just be a coincidence?
Before the Siamese cat could think of more.
He saw the pets around him rushing toward the cooked skeleton like a tide.
The animal that rushed forward first tore the remaining pieces of flesh from the skeleton.
Those who came after them couldn't get the meat, so they began to bite the bones on it, tearing them off one by one, chewing them in their mouths.
Those small animals that were unable to bite the bones stretched out their tongues to lick the greasy and shimmering skeleton, sucking the remaining juice on it.
While licking, his eyes narrowed slightly, as if he was enjoying it immensely.
The soup continued to boil over the fire, and the sound of gurgling kept coming out.
The huge monster was still licking its food with its head buried in the pot.
These tiny and noisy sounds gradually seemed to turn into ghostly whispers.
The Siamese cat felt a little creepy.
He noticed,
The "Miss" standing aside looked at the scene in front of her quietly,
A happy and satisfied smile appeared on that delicate face.
