The Fourth Master's Dog

Duofu feels that it is not a big deal for his owner to stay at home all the time.

It was quite novel at first, but later he felt that his body couldn't take it anymore.

His owner has nothing to do all day long, and he puts all his strength on him. Even if his waist is in good shape, he can't stand this.

Duofu has been eating too much meat recently and his body can't take it anymore, so he still wants to eat some vegetarian food.

Duofu looked at the empty room and knew without hesitation that his owner had gone to farm.

I don’t know what’s going on, but his owner has become very interested in farming recently. He even opened up a few acres of land to experience the satisfaction of farming himself.

Duofu didn't feel any satisfaction from farming. He worked so hard but couldn't grow more than a few kilograms of food.

Duofu's round eyes rolled around and his little feet kicked the quilt off his body. It must be that his owner was bored and wanted to experience being a farmer.

Or maybe you want to experience picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence and leisurely living as a hermit in the Nanshan Mountains.

Duofu felt that there was one good thing about it. At least since his owner started farming, all his energy that had nowhere to go had finally found a useful place.

No need to hold on to his not-so-fertile land anymore.

Duofu felt that if he continued like this he didn’t know whether his cows would die, but his land would definitely perish due to lack of nutrition, lack of fertility and severe soil erosion.

Duofu tapped his aching waist. His owner is even more of a dog than him. He hasn't been biting people much lately.

His owner has learned his bad habits and bites him all over his body. Although it doesn't hurt much, it feels like he is painting on his body.

Duofu took a fierce look at the red marks on his waist. He would take revenge next time. He would bite marks on his owner's face. How would he go out and face people then?

Duofu moved his little hand and pulled the bell beside the bed. Xiao Xiazi, who heard the bell outside, hurriedly brought people in carrying bathing and toiletries.

Duofu watched them put it down swiftly, and in the blink of an eye they all retreated. He moved his waist and felt that he could still move.

Duofu tried to get up with a somersault, but he used too much force and his waist couldn't bear it. He cried out in pain.

He kept cursing his owner, as if he had never eaten meat in several lives, and said he should open up a few more acres of land to plant crops and use up all his energy before coming back.

Duofu now feels that his owner’s previous job is no longer difficult at all. His owner is naturally energetic and never feels tired.

Duofu moved his body slowly, and when his waist was immersed in the warm water, he couldn't help but exclaim in comfort.

Awww, it’s still more comfortable to take a hot bath. It’s a pity that his owner is not here, otherwise he wouldn’t have to do anything.

Duofu quickly washed himself, slowly picked up a plate of blue and green clothes that had been prepared, and put them on.

Duofu took a few steps out of the room, sat at the dining table, looked at the bright sun outside. It should not be noon yet, at most a little after 10 o'clock, he felt.

Duofu doesn't have to worry about not being able to have lunch later if he eats now.

His owner is not around, so he picks up food very quickly with his chopsticks, much faster than his owner picks up food for him.

His cheeks were bulging, and before he had finished eating the food in his mouth, the next chopstick had already been put in.

Duofu didn't feel any pain from his bulging cheeks. He felt that this was how he was eating.

You have to eat the meat in big bites to make it taste good. His owner is very polite and courteous. It doesn't feel like you are eating, but rather appreciating a work of art.

Duofu has not been influenced by his owner for all these years.

Duofu ate too fast and didn't chew the food well enough, so the food got stuck in his throat and couldn't be swallowed.

Duofu patted his chest with one hand and quickly picked up the water beside him and drank it in big gulps with the other hand.

After he finally swallowed all the food stuck in his throat, he let out a long sigh of relief. The previous bite almost choked him to death.

Duofu's hand holding the chopsticks couldn't help but slow down a little. He was not in a hurry now, so he could eat more elegantly occasionally.

After all, he is a man of status now. How can he eat like a starving ghost?