fierce dog

Song Zhou looked at Mo Dong and didn't speak for a long time.

Mo Dong waited for a while, put the cooled food on the floor, then went to the kitchen to pour two glasses of water, came out and sat on the sofa.

"Sit." He gave Song Zhou one of the glasses of water.

Song Zhou looked at the water glass, lowered his head and took a sip before slowly opening his mouth: "I just don't want to trouble you too much. You have already spent a lot of money for the golden retriever."

Looking at the golden retriever not far away, Mo Dong cleared his mind: "So you are working part-time to give me the money as the cost of taking care of the golden retriever?"

"Yeah." Song Zhou said in a low voice.

Mo Dong turned his head and looked at him in disbelief: "Are you sick?"

Song Zhou had been scolded a lot in the past. He had heard such hurtful words as trash, sick, trash, and rubbish countless times, but this was the first time he was scolded with peace of mind, without any dark emotions.

"I don't want to owe you favors..." Song Zhou explained to Mo Dong.

"You're too far away from me, aren't you?" Mo Dong was a little unhappy, and his voice was a little higher, "Besides, I take care of the golden retriever because I like it, not because of you. Why are you so affectionate? You don't have any Do you owe me a favor?"

"That's not what I meant..." Song Zhou stopped talking, and he found that he couldn't always talk to Mo Dong.

Mo Dong didn't bother to talk to Song Zhou. Seeing that the golden retriever had finished eating, he got up and put the bowl into the kitchen. When he came out, he turned to Song Zhou and started chasing the guests: "It's getting late, you should go back quickly."

Song Zhou sat on the sofa and looked up at Mo Dong.

"Why are you looking at me?" Mo Dong glared at Song Zhou, "Hurry up and quit your job at the barbecue shop, and take your class honestly. I will never ask for your money, let's die as soon as possible. .”

After he finished speaking, he yawned. He was tired enough today, and tears welled up in the corners of his eyes: "Go, I'm going to sleep."

Song Zhou left obediently, and before leaving, he didn't mention any nonsense about owed favors and asking for money, otherwise Mo Dong couldn't help scolding him.

"Is your brother stupid?" Mo Dong sat on the floor and hugged the golden retriever, whispering bad things, "I think his brain seems to be learning badly, what do you think?"

The golden retriever looked up at Mo Dong in a daze, not knowing if he really didn't understand, or because he didn't want to speak ill of his master with Mo Dong.

"Forget it, you are also a stupid dog, no different from him." Mo Dong rubbed the golden retriever's head, got up and went back to the bedroom to take a shower and sleep.

The next day was the weekend, it was rare for Mo Dong to sleep late, and he was woken up by the golden retriever until noon.

"Don't make trouble." He took off the golden retriever's paws on his face, turned over and prepared to continue sleeping.

The golden retriever didn't know how to give up, so he changed direction, stuck out his tongue and let out a breath towards Mo Dong's face, the sound almost flowed onto Mo Dong's face.

Such is the misery of having a pet at home and never being able to get up when you want to.

Mo Dong opened his eyes and looked at the golden hair that was almost stuck to his face in pain: "Brother, can I sleep for another half an hour? Just half an hour."

Although the golden retriever couldn't speak, he expressed his determination with actions. He stretched out his paws to press Mo Dong's face, and let out a "bark" in the direction of the living room.

Ever since he came to Mo Dong's house, the golden retriever didn't know whether he was sensible or didn't like to bark. He seldom made a sound, and only barked to remind Mo Dong when something happened.

Mo Dong sat up from the bed, and looked at the living room with a puzzled expression on his face.

"Are you hungry?" He turned his head to look at the golden retriever, "I left dog food for you yesterday, and there's water too. Could it be that the water was spilled on the ground?"

When Mo Dong was guessing endlessly, he suddenly heard someone knocking on the door outside. At this time, the golden retriever barked again, and pressed Mo Dong's arm with his paw, reminding him forcefully.

"Ah, someone is knocking on the door." Mo Dong was in a deep sleep, if the golden retriever hadn't woken him up, no matter how hard someone knocked outside, he wouldn't be able to hear him.

"Okay, okay, I see." He picked up the paw that the golden retriever had been pressing on his body, got off the bed and walked to the door wearing slippers.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw Song Zhou standing outside.

"Why are you here?" Mo Dong still had gum in the corner of his eyes, and looked at Song Zhou in surprise.

"Come cook." Song Zhou raised his arms and showed Mo Dong the bag in his hand.

"What?" Mo Dong looked at the vegetables and meat in the bag, a little confused, "No, why are you here to cook?"

"You said that if you thank you, I will come and cook for you." Song Zhou ignored Mo Dong who was standing still, walked through him directly, and took the ingredients to the kitchen.

The golden retriever was very happy to see Song Zhou, as if he hadn't seen each other for most of his life, he didn't remember that they only met yesterday, and jumped around Song Zhou's legs.

"Where did you get the money to buy these?" Mo Dong came back to his senses, walked to the kitchen and looked at Song Zhou, "You haven't resigned yet, have you?"

"Resign." Song Zhou was putting the contents of the plastic bag into the refrigerator one by one, and turned to look at Mo Dong, "I have living expenses."

"You have living expenses..." Mo Dong looked at the ribs in Song Zhou's hand, quite speechless, "You can't spend this much, ribs are so expensive now!"

"It's okay to eat once in a while." Song Zhou tidied up his things, closed the refrigerator, turned and looked at Mo Dong, "I thought about it yesterday."

Mo Dong looked like he didn't know what Song Zhou was going to do again: "What are you thinking about?"

"It is a fact that you helped me take care of the golden retriever. Although you like it very much, it is very troublesome and tiring to manage its diet and take care of its wounds every day." Song Zhou said, "Since you don't want me to give you Money, then I can only thank you in another way. As you said before, I will cook for you. This is the only thing I know. "

"..." Mo Dong looked at Song Zhou, not knowing what to say.

"I also need money to eat in the school cafeteria. It's the same as coming to your place to cook. You don't eat too much, and you can't spend much money." Song Zhou obviously had a plan, and he spoke to Mo smoothly without any pause. Dong said, "From Monday to Friday, I will come over after school every afternoon to cook, and then go back to study by myself in the evening after dinner. Come over at noon on weekends, or if you want breakfast, I can come over earlier."

"No, wait—" Mo Dong felt a little powerless against Song Zhou like this, opened his mouth, and finally didn't know what to say.

"I've already made up my mind, don't refuse me." Song Zhou bent down and touched the golden retriever who had been pulling his trouser legs, his tone was very calm, "I know your spare key is in the fire hydrant, I won't knock it in the future Just hold the door and walk in."

How wonderful, it is equivalent to having a personal chef in the future, and coming to cook for yourself for free every day.

It should be a happy thing, but Mo Dong, who was sitting on the sofa, couldn't be happy at all.

He looked up at Song Zhou who was busy making lunch in the kitchen, and felt like he was hiring child labor.

Why did things become like this? Mo Dong turned his head and looked at the golden retriever who was sticking to him and accompanied him, and raised his hand to pinch its cheek: "You are so valuable? Take care of you for a month, and replace your brother as a Free cook."

The golden retriever's face was pulled longer, but he was not angry at all, instead he wagged his tail at Mo Dong.

"Oh." Mo Dong sighed and let go of his hand, and looked at Song Zhou in the kitchen again, feeling that this was not good.

But he didn't know how to refuse. Song Zhou's current age is when the boy's self-esteem is at its peak. If he refuses him blindly, he will hurt him, and it will be even more difficult to end at that time.

Difficult.

Forget it, don't think so much.

Anyway, Golden Retriever has almost recovered now, and he probably won't be staying with him for long. At that time, even if Song Zhou wanted to come to cook again, he would have a legitimate reason to refuse.

Just enjoy it for a few days, and it's not bad to eat the food cooked by Song Zhou.

Once he thought about it this way, Mo Dong felt relieved, got up and walked into the kitchen to snatch the dishes from Song Zhou's hand.

"Let me wash these," he said to Song Zhou, "you can concentrate on cooking."

Song Zhou stood by and looked at him for a few seconds, and finally said nothing, turned around and picked up the garlic on the chopping board.

From this day on, Mo Dong has had a very good time - not only is he greeted warmly by the golden retriever every day when he returns home, but also the smell of rice is waiting for him all over the house.

He finally understood why some men have been obsessed with finding a woman who can cook in the Gu family to be his wife, and this feeling is so blissful.

The little daughter-in-law in front of her, no, it was Song Zhou. Although she was not as gentle and considerate as a woman, and sometimes even threw him into the bathroom with a cold face when he ate without washing his hands, this was enough for him.

It's just that this kind of good life is only short-lived, and it will be gone after a while, otherwise Mo Dong will really die of happiness.

"Did you go home to sleep recently?" Another weekend, just as Mo Dong woke up, he saw Song Zhou squatting in the living room, feeding the golden retriever for breakfast.

"Yeah." Song Zhou said without looking back.

"It's good. It's getting cold recently. You'll catch a cold sooner or later when you sleep in the factory." Mo Dong stretched his waist and asked in a long-tailed tone: "What did you eat this morning?"

"Sandwiches, in the kitchen, you take them yourself." Song Zhou got up and took the bowl that Jin Mao had eaten to rinse, and then filled it with warm water and put it in front of Jin Mao.

Mo Dong shrugged, knowing that he was not being served, so he turned around and went to the kitchen to find his breakfast, picked it up and took a big bite.

"By the way," he poked his head out to the living room before taking a bite of the sandwich, "Have you brought anything today?"

Song Zhou stood up from the floor, glanced at Mo Dong: "Bring it."

"Huh." Mo Dong nodded, turned his head back and continued to eat the sandwich seriously.

Mo Dong suggested to Song Zhou last weekend that he should bring his study things with him when he comes to his home again.

Usually it doesn't matter, mainly on weekends, Song Zhou can't go back every time he cooks three meals, and come back when he cooks again, that would be too troublesome.But if you stay at Mo Dong's house all the time, it will delay your study time.

So Mo Dong suggested that he should bring all the books and papers with him when he came next weekend, so that he could study at his home during the day.

After feeding the golden retriever, Song Zhou took out the schoolbag he brought over, sat down at the dining table and took out the papers inside.

After eating the sandwich, Mo Dong consciously washed all the bowls and chopsticks accumulated in the sink. When he shook the water droplets on his hands and came out, he saw that Song Zhou was working hard on the paper, so he quickly slowed down his steps, and put aside his attempts to play with Song Zhou. His golden retriever came back and let him stay quietly by his side.

The next morning, Song Zhou was studying quietly at the dining table, Mo Dong was lying on the sofa and swiping his phone, and Jin Mao slept at his feet.There was a peaceful silence throughout the house.

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continue tomorrow