Gordon finally understood, "You mean, Pig Chop suddenly gave Dianthus a very precious gift for no reason, and Dianthus felt embarrassed, so he didn't accept it but sent it back?"
"It's not just that I'm embarrassed." Hayata said helplessly: "It's that this kind of behavior itself can easily make unfamiliar girls feel disgusted.
Especially for the relatively independent type of Dianthus, it might have a good impression on pork chop, but it's hard to say. "
Feng Ying quietly raised her hand, "How about asking Xianglan what Dianthus would think after receiving the gift? After all, they are biological sisters, so they know better than us, right?"
Feng Ying rarely came up with a good idea, and everyone looked at Xiang Lan.
Xianglan secretly put her little paws into the pot, trying to fish out a piece of rock dragon tail. As a result, the meat pad was burned by the soup, and she retracted her paws with a "Meow!"
Gordon took a spoon and put a piece of it on the plate in front of it, and asked: "So, what do you think your sister will think when she suddenly receives a big gift?"
"Meow? My sister, meow?" Xianglan licked her paws and thought for a while, "I guess you think pork chop is disgusting, meow?"
"Ouch, disgusting, meow?!" Pig Chop looked like he had been struck by lightning.
Xianglan rubbed some more delicious soup with her paw and continued to lick it, "Because my sister is also very cute, has a good personality and a decent job, and there are many cats who pursue her.
My sister told me that I should be wary of cats with unwarranted good intentions and cats who are attentive for nothing. They are either bad guys or perverts. "
Everyone fell into silence, and Pork Chop seemed to be petrified.
"Ahem, I have to say that what this Miss Shizhu said makes sense." An Xil smiled dryly and patted Pork Chop's stiff back, "You hit the spot very accurately."
Hayata didn't know what to say. She was hesitating whether to return the bottle of Mutiangli wine to Pork Chop or drink it happily?
Feng Ying served herself a piece of rock dragon tail.
Only Gordon was conscientiously consoling him. He rubbed his chin and said, "I think you might still have a chance."
The pork chop squeaked and turned its neck to look at him.
Gordon racked his brains and sorted out his words, "First of all, you have to be confident. You are a high-quality Ellu, and your appearance is considered lovable among your kind, right?"
"That's right, meow." Xianglan commented objectively, "It's a pity that there is a scar on her forehead, which disfigures her appearance."
Hayata pinched Pandan's mouth again to prevent this guy from continuing to hit Pork Chop intentionally or unintentionally. At the same time, her thoughts were opened by Gordon, "We Pork Chop are hunting cats, and the few scars are a symbol of battles. , not in the way."
Maybe praise is more effective than alcohol?
Gordon continued, "And look, you are tall and strong. There aren't many Elu who are taller than you, right? Not to mention your strength, there aren't many in the entire East Doruma who are stronger than you." Hunting cat.
You are also good at cooking, emergency medical treatment, bomb design, and even alchemy. How many Eru are as good as you? "
An Xil joined in, "Let me tell you, I have never seen a better Ellu than Pork Chop. Your record will scare people to death."
Feng Ying, who was competing with Yan Longwei, also gave a thumbs up.
Hayata held Pandan's head and rubbed it for a while. The latter finally gave in and muttered: "Good meow, good meow. I just said it too exaggeratedly."
It shouldn't be disgusting, but if it makes my sister feel disgusted, it will just throw the gift away instead of sending it back. "
"Meow?" Pig Pork's ears twitched.
"Listen to me and do it step by step."
An Xil, who somehow looked like a veteran in love, started to say something that sounded very reasonable, "Start with getting to know each other, go step by step, communicate, communicate, find common interests, and then prepare some small gifts and so on in the next step. "
Gordon's ideas were more straightforward.
"I guess Ancil's new armor will have to wait for a while. Everyone has nothing to do recently, right? How about we go to Lockark?"
Pork Chop finally regained his energy.
His previous depression was not just due to broken love, but more to self-doubt.
Pork Chops is not the kind of cat with a tough nature. It can even be said that he is a little timid and unconfident. When he first met Gordon, he would be frightened even by people who looked more fierce.
These years of hunting experience have made it grow rapidly, and its former timidity has long disappeared. It has even become a little wandering. To use an exaggeration, at the moment when it sent the gift, it even thought of the name of the child.
However, Dianthus' polite but indifferent response made it flop back to the ground. It began to reflect on itself, seriously reflected on itself, further reflected on it, over-reflected on it, and then withered.
It was the compliments from his companions and Hayata's "female psychology analysis" that pulled him back from his declining mood. It wasn't that he was too lascivious, it was just that his method was stupid.
This one should be considered a high-quality cat!
After regaining its mood, Pork Chop proposed to cancel the trip to Lockark because it knew that Ancil still had something to do in East Doruma.
It has regained its self-identity. A special trip to the dusty city is no longer necessary. It is not a bad idea to start with communication.
But Gordon still had no intention of canceling this trip. Not only was Pork Chop, but Pandan also missed her sister. If not, it would be a long-lost vacation, and it would be nice to relax and unwind.
As for what Ancil had to deal with, it wasn't really a problem. In short, his sister, Ms. Jessica, sent a waiter to the door.
She said she wanted him to go home, well, it meant the big house, not the "little house" he bought with his pocket money.
Anhil was a little too lazy to go back at first, but considering his prodigal behavior of sending bills home from time to time, he had no choice but to hold his nose and admit it.
Ms. Jessica is very particular about rituals. She sent invitations to her brother's friends, including cats and dogs, by delivering invitations.
Gordon, who had nothing to do, did not refuse, and Feng Ying was very looking forward to it. She was deeply impressed by the "Stirling House Family Banquet" she tasted when she first arrived in East Doruma a few years ago.
It's a good idea to eat for free!
That night, everyone in the Silverborder Hunting Group dressed in "hunter's formal attire", that is, armor, went to the Sterling Mansion for a banquet.
Feng Ying was very happy along the way. When she approached the door of the Sterling family mansion, the familiar laughter that greeted her made her stop.
"Yo ho ho ho—! Idiot Feng Ying! I finally caught you on my territory!"
Feng Ying: "."
The fist is hard.
Gordon and the others looked at Feng Ying's expressions of resistance with some amusement.
The young girl in a gorgeous dress, with golden curly hair that shone in the night sky, ran up to Feng Ying with her skirt in hand.
Without the normal hand-holding and hugs expected when best friends meet again after a long separation, the girl came to a stop two or three steps in front of Feng Ying and looked at the latter several times.
Feng Ying pretended to cover her mouth with the back of her hand, and pointed the small fan in her other hand at the prison wolf dragon headdress above Feng Ying's head, and burst into sharp laughter again.
"Yo ho ho ho—! The short winter melon has completely stopped growing? Are you already using this kind of headdress to cover up your height?"
The veins on Feng Ying's forehead were jumping wildly. The identity of the other party was not important to her. She strode up, grabbed the girl's slender arms and waist, and tripped her down to the ground.
(End of chapter)
