fierce dog

Mo Dong didn't go out on weekends and stayed at home to take care of the golden retriever.

In fact, there is no need to take care of it. The golden retriever is very obedient. Except for going to the toilet, it just nests on the sofa, and it doesn't make any noise. Sometimes Mo Dong even thinks that he is the only one at home.

An Zhou came once in the middle, brought some chicken breast and vegetables, cooked them into several portions and frozen them in the refrigerator, and let Mo Dong take them out to warm up before feeding them.

After it was done, Song Zhou didn't just leave, and made a meal for Mo Dong with the remaining ingredients in the refrigerator.It's just a pity that there is no way to freeze it like just now, so that Mo Dong can eat several meals in a row.

——After all, his cooking skills are so poor, it's hard to eat such home-cooked food regularly except for Cengfan.

On Monday, the golden retriever has recovered enough to walk around the house slowly, and its tail is no longer drooping so feebly.

Mo Dong could finally go out to work with peace of mind, but he was thinking about his home all day long in the company, fearing that the Golden Retriever would be hungry for a while, and fearing that he would run out of water, so he couldn't wait to pack his things and go home when it was time to get off work.

Hurrying to the house, seeing that the golden retriever was still sleeping, not as miserable as he had imagined, Mo Dong squatted in front of the sofa and looked at it for a while, then heaved a sigh of relief and got up and walked into the kitchen.

First, he took out the food that Song Zhou had made for Jin Mao and heated it up. While it was cooling down, he began to prepare his own dinner.

Open the refrigerator and have a look——

When he was living at home before, Mo Dong didn't think so, but now after he came out to live alone, Mo Dong realized that what to eat every day is simply a problem of the century.

After struggling for a long time between going out to eat and ordering takeaway, he finally decided to cook whatever he wanted. After all, there is a golden retriever to raise at home, so he needs to save some money.

Having made up his mind, Mo Dong took out the tomatoes from the refrigerator and prepared to make the simplest national dish - scrambled eggs with tomatoes.

First stew the rice, then cut the tomatoes, turn on the fire, pour oil, lay eggs, stir fry...

Oh, it's blurry.

Mo Dong looked at the scorched eggs in the pot in confusion, and really couldn't figure out which step went wrong.

He frantically turned off the fire, took out the half-baked eggs, and picked out the ones that were not so mushy, planning to eat them just like that.

Just as he was about to start frying tomatoes again, his phone rang suddenly.

Picking up the phone, it was a message from Song Zhou.

-Have you got a meal yet?

Savior.

Mo Dong hurriedly threw the spatula aside and replied.

- I haven't eaten yet.

Within two seconds, Song Zhou sent another message.

- I just finished school, let's go to your place.

-Yeah.

Mo Dong was so happy that he could not close his mouth from ear to ear. He put down his phone and saw the black eggs in front of him. He threw them all into the trash can in disgust, and turned happily to the living room to wait for Song Zhou's arrival.

Song Zhou came very quickly, maybe not even 10 minutes.As soon as he heard the knock on the door, Mo Dong immediately jumped up from the sofa to open the door.

As soon as he opened the doorknob, he said, "Why don't I get the key to my house for you, so that it will be convenient for you to come and cook in the future."

Song Zhou was not dissatisfied at all with Mo Dong treating himself as a free door-to-door chef, and only whispered: "No need."

Mo Dong saw that he was carrying a bag, and reached out to take it: "What did you buy?"

"Bought some food."

Song Zhou walked into the living room, smelled the residual burning smell in the air, and frowned, "Have you cooked?"

"Well," Mo Dong was a little speechless when he thought of the eggs he had just scrambled, "I wanted to scramble tomatoes and eggs, but they were burnt."

Song Zhou turned his head and looked at Mo Dong. He seemed to have smiled, but it was very short, and Mo Dong didn't see it clearly.

"I'll come and do it in the future, so don't do it," Song Zhou said.

Song Zhou came to cook every day, which was really a dream.

Just when he was about to open his mouth to answer, Mo Dong suddenly thought that Song Zhou is now a senior in high school, how could he have so much time to cook for himself.

What's more, Song Zhou came here only for the golden retriever. After the golden retriever's wound heals and returns home, he won't come here again. What if he gets used to Song Zhou's cooking by then? It's much worse if you haven't eaten.

"Forget it." After weighing the pros and cons, Mo Dong still refused, "Don't you have evening self-study in the third year of high school, study hard, and running around all day will also waste time."

Although he always told Song Zhou to let him come and cook for him, but if Song Zhou really wanted to do this, he still felt something was wrong.

"It's okay, I have to eat at night anyway." Song Zhou insisted.

"Doesn't your school have a cafeteria?" Mo Dong put the things Song Zhou bought into the kitchen, turned around and said, "You are already in the third year of high school, so you should focus on your studies. I will take care of the golden retriever. You don't have to do it. If you bribe me, I will do my best, don't worry."

It was dark outside the window, Mo Dong was worried that the golden retriever would not eat well at noon, and now he was very hungry, and his stomach growled.

He volunteered to wash and chop the vegetables. After everything was ready, Song Zhou could just fry it.

Because he thought that he would not be able to eat it again, he specially asked Song Zhou to make more, so that at least he could have a meal tomorrow.

After eating, Mo Dong collapsed on the sofa contentedly, stroking his stomach with one hand and stroking the golden hair beside him with the other, feeling so at ease.

"I wrapped the dishes in plastic wrap and put them in the refrigerator. You can heat them in the microwave tomorrow." Song Zhou came out of the kitchen and told Mo Dong.

"Understood." Mo Dong was a little sleepy after eating, if Song Zhou hadn't talked to him, he would have almost fallen asleep holding the golden retriever.

Seeing that Mo Dong was sleepy, Song Zhou proposed to go back after staying for a while.

"Going back?" Mo Dong yawned, rubbed his eyes and got up from the sofa.

Song Zhou looked at him and said, "Well, go to bed early."

Mo Dong nodded, looked up at Song Zhou, and suddenly thought of something, "By the way, the golden retriever can walk on the ground now, can I take it out for a walk? I think it feels aggrieved to stay at home every day."

Thinking of something, Song Zhou's expression suddenly darkened, and his voice lowered a bit: "I don't want it anymore, let it stay here for a while."

"Oh." Mo Dong replied slowly, and suddenly realized something.

Song Zhou pursed his lower lip, "I'm sorry to trouble you, I'll pick it up after a while when it gets better."

"Why are you being polite to me? It's the same as my own now. I don't want you to take him away yet."

What Mo Dong said was the truth, since he had a golden retriever at home, he couldn't tell how happy he was, the home was no longer empty and lonely, with company, even the silence was more bearable than before.

Song Zhou didn't say anything, turned around and opened the door, "I'm leaving."

"—Wait, wait for me." Mo Dong suddenly turned around and ran back to the room. After about a minute, he ran out with a quilt in his arms and stuffed it into Song Zhou's arms with a blank face. "This is for you. It’s been cold recently, there’s nothing in the factory, so be careful not to catch a cold.”

After Song Zhou subconsciously stretched out his hands to hug the quilt, he clapped his hands and said with satisfaction: "Okay, you can go back."

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The day after tomorrow (Friday) update