Mao Sandao looked at Mao Qiu'er and felt that he had forgotten something.
Furball slowly walked towards the iron basin and fiddled with it with his front paws.
It seemed to be hinting at something.
Only then did Mao Sandao suddenly remember, he slapped his forehead: "Mao Qiu'er, I forgot to buy you dog food!"
Furball seemed to have understood. The dog's face was stunned. He stretched out a paw to overturn the iron basin and walked into the carton. He buried his head in his belly and stopped looking at him.
It looked like Furball was angry.
Mao Sandao walked into the kitchen and took a look. The ham sausage had been eaten.
He could only cook rice, and then try to get some vegetables to mix together for Maoqiu'er's meal.
As rural native dogs, they are not like the pet dogs in the city who are pampered and raised to the point where they only eat dog food or meat.
Native dogs are generally not picky eaters and can eat even rice and vegetables.
Turn on the rice cooker.
Take out the inner pot.
Spoon on a few tablespoons of rice.
Go to the faucet and turn it on.
Crash lala...!
Mao Sandao began to wash.
In fact, fur balls can’t eat so much.
Mao Sandao wanted to cook more, and it was a good choice to make porridge right after getting up.
The rice had been washed clean, and Mao Sandao wiped the water stains on the outside of the inner pot with a rag.
Replace the rice cooker and plug the plug into the electric panel.
drop!
Press the cooking button.
Mao Sandao walked out of the kitchen, looked at Jiao Qiu'er who was making the bed, and said, "Your legs are like this, so don't do it!"
"Oh! You can't eat, drink and sleep for free when you live under someone else's roof." Jiao Qiu'er continued to make the bed and asked, "By the way, Third Commander, have you met Banyun in Beiziling?"
"Yes, I see you." Mao Sandao took a sip of water from the water glass on the bedside table.
"What did Banyun say?" Jiao Qiu'er asked with interest while sitting on the bed.
"What do you mean?" Mao Sandao didn't react at all.
"It's about your grandpa giving you a dream." Mao Sandao didn't respond, so Jiao Qiu'er added, "Didn't you say that your life was not good? Your grandpa asked you to find someone to tell your fortune in your dream."
"What fortune telling?" Mao Sandao was stunned for a moment. Just after he finished speaking, he suddenly remembered and quickly replied, "Oh, yes, yes, Banyun said that I will only get better after I am 35 years old."
Mao Sandao was not going to tell fortunes in the first place, but Jiao Qiuer suddenly asked. For a moment, he actually forgot that he had told such a white lie.
"That's going to be soon." Jiao Qiu'er looked happy, "Let me tell you, Taoist Master Banyun is very capable. He said that after the age of 35, you will definitely get better after the age of 35!"
Mao Sandao actually felt bitter in his heart, but it was difficult to express it.
He really wanted to tell Jiao Qiu'er that he was now financially free!
As long as he is the owner of the bookstore honestly, he can enjoy the glory, wealth and wealth.
But he couldn't say it, because once he said it, he would violate Doukui's warning.
"Maybe." Mao Sandao shrugged, looking helpless at the situation he was facing, "I just hope everything goes smoothly for me and I don't want to experience any big storms.
Now that I think about it, in fact, being ordinary is also a blessing..."
Just as he finished speaking, a snoring sound startled him.
Jiao Qiu'er didn't know when he fell asleep.
Mao Sandao sighed, leaning against the window sill alone, looking at the clear moon in the blue sky, silently taking out a cigarette with a complicated heart.
Some of the things he encountered these days made him feel a little breathless.
Bah...!
ignite.
He took a puff and slowly blew out the smoke ring.
Smoke is a good thing.
It can take away your worries, vent your loneliness, dilute your helplessness, and soothe your sadness.
Seeing the green smoke curling up from the cigarette butt on his finger being blown away by a gust of wind, he smiled, a bitter smile.
It burns away all the sorrow in the world and frankly goes through all the vicissitudes of life.
drop! drop! drop!
Three beeps mean the food in the kitchen is cooked.
Mao Sandao threw away the cigarette butt, rubbed his stiff face, walked out of the bedroom quietly, took Mao Qiu'er's iron basin and walked into the kitchen.
Take some rice out of the rice cooker, take out a pack of mustard greens from the cupboard, and mix them together.
Secretly placed outside the fur ball's carton.
…………
Baiteng Hospital is a hospital specializing in orthopedics in Nanpu City.
After queuing and registering, I waited for nearly an hour before it was Jiao Qiu'er's turn to check.
According to the initial diagnosis by expert doctors, Jiao Qiu'er suffered from a bone injury that caused congestion and inflammation around the injured area, resulting in swelling and bruising.
We need to take pictures first to see the specific situation.
Judging from the doctor's look, Jiao Qiu'er's injury didn't seem to be solved by just a few plasters.
Jiao Qiu'er felt a little regretful. It was only a slight pain at the time and he didn't take it seriously. He didn't expect that he had hurt his muscles and bones.
If I had known this, I should have come to the hospital earlier. It would have been better now. Not only did I delay the company's business, but I also suffered such a serious crime.
The doctor arranged a number, and Mao Sandao took Jiao Qiu'er to the CT room on the second floor.
Although the number had been arranged, when they arrived, they found that there were already more than a dozen people in line in front of them.
Jiao Qiu'er's brows were furrowed and beads of sweat oozed from his forehead. It was obvious that the pain was worse than yesterday.
Mao Sandao found two empty seats at the back and asked Jiao Qiu'er to sit down.
He also sat next to Jiao Qiu'er, looked at Jiao Qiu'er's legs that could no longer bend or stretch freely, and asked, "You definitely didn't injure yourself. Tell me the truth. What's going on?"
Jiao Qiu'er thought for a while and decided to tell the truth: "I was hit by a car..."
He knew that once Mao Sandao asked, it would be difficult to hide it from him.
"Hit by a car?" Mao Sandao stared, "Didn't you settle the score with the driver?"
Jiao Qiu'er shook his head and said: "I moved around a bit and thought there was no big problem, so I let the driver go. He is a novice driver. When he sees a lot of people, he will inevitably feel a little nervous."
"You are kind, but how can you let the driver go in this situation? You have to come to the hospital for a checkup no matter what!" Mao Sandao got angry for no reason, "What's the license plate number? I'll go find him when I'm free!"
"Okay, okay, things are already like this." Jiao Qiu'er also started to get angry, "It's pretty much all right. The driver's accent sounds like he's a foreigner. It's not easy for people to make a living here, so can't we be tolerant? !”
"Chengchengcheng!" Mao Sandao replied with a dark face, "Anyway, you are the one who is hurt."
Mao Sandao was also kind-hearted. Jiao Qiu'er felt that what he just said was a little rushed, so he smiled and said: "To thank you for accompanying me to the hospital today, I will treat you to a big meal another day."
"Let's talk about it later." Mao Sandao waved his hand and asked again, "Why did you get hit by a car, Hao Duanduan?"
"this……"
These words completely stopped Jiao Qiu'er.
In fact, Jiao Qiu'er has been thinking about whether he should tell Mao Sandao about being with Zhang Shuyan in the past few days.
I think back then, Mao Sandao just asked him to pretend to like Zhang Shuyan to help him out.
Unexpectedly, after the rescue, the fake things turned out to be true, and without Mao Sandao's knowledge, they "hooked up" with each other.
If Mao Sandao found out about this, depending on his personality, he might be ridiculed or ridiculed.
"What's the point of hesitating? Tell me, what's going on?" Mao Sandao said reluctantly.
"I'm telling you the truth, don't laugh at me, you swear!" Jiao Qiu'er looked at Mao Sandao and explained carefully.
Jiao Qiu'er looked serious, and Mao Sandao suddenly became interested and solemnly raised three fingers: "I swear!"
"I became close to Zhang Shuyan, and the leg injury was caused by trying to save her..." Jiao Qiuer tried his best to keep his voice as low as possible. Subconsciously, he still hoped that Mao Sandao could not hear it.
"What?!" Mao Sandao looked shocked, feeling as if he had heard an anecdote from the world, "Are you getting involved with Zhang Shuyan?!"
The voice was too loud due to excitement, and almost everyone turned their heads to look at them.
