I'm afraid I have a fake mink

In the morning, the sunshine of early spring spills into the room through the bright floor-to-ceiling windows.

Su Yi opened his eyes in a daze, and subconsciously reached out to touch the bed, but found nothing.

Hey, where did little mink go again?

Su Yi rubbed his face to wake himself up, got up from the bed and looked around for the sable.

"Little mink? Little mink?"

Xiao Diao, who usually rushes over when he hears his voice, has never been seen today. Su Yi searched the whole room and couldn't find it. He couldn't help but frowned tightly. Maybe Xiao Diao left suddenly Alright. ． ． ． ． ．

Su Yi pursed his lips, and before he had time to be sad, he heard a strange sound coming from the garden, and hurried to the French window to look downstairs, and saw a little fat man whose skin was dark and purple under the early morning sun. The sables sat face to face in the grass in the garden.

"Squeak!"

"You say I'm the smartest? Of course, that's the truth!"

"Squeak squeak!"

"Okay, I also know that I'm cute, so you don't have to praise me."

"Squeak!"

"Do you want me to eat more sugar? Yes, yes, I think so too."

Su Yi: "..."

Why didn't he hear what Xiao Diao meant?

When Su Yi got dressed and went downstairs after washing, Zhuang Xiaorui, who was still whimsical just now, had been carried by Zhuang Ze to the living room as punishment, and Sable, who had a good chat with him, was also squatting beside him. There is a plate of delicious mink food, which is eaten with relish.

Su Yi saw Zhuang Xiaorui staring longingly at the plate of mink food, and could even hear him swallowing loudly.

"..." Su Yi stood beside him speechless for a moment, but couldn't help complaining, "Zhuang Xiaorui, that's mink food! You're not so hungry that you even eat mink food!"

Zhuang Xiaorui's eyes were fixed on the sable food and he couldn't move away. He looked at the sable as if he was looking at killing his father and enemy. Hearing Su Yi's words, he replied aggrievedly: "This sable food is mine in the first place!"

After finishing speaking, he seemed to realize that something was wrong, and immediately added after a brainstorm: "Aren't there still many people who eat cat and dog snacks? What if I eat mink food?"

"It's okay, you're great!" Su Yi looked at Zhuang Xiaorui with mentally retarded eyes, shook his head, knelt down and touched Sable's head.

Sable raised his head, looked at Su Yi indifferently, then lowered his head without any response and continued to eat.

Su Yi frowned, and realized that the little mink had become strange again today, so he poked the sable again, and heard the sable yell twice: "Squeak!"

Obviously last night when Xiao Diao returned to normal, he could understand Xiao Diao's cry, but now he can't understand it again, what's going on?

Come, come, let's see if he still has something to eat this morning!

Zhuang Xiaorui watched Su Yi's movements, nervously clutched the corner of his clothes, and asked, "Why are you poking it?"

"Don't you think there's something wrong with it?" Su Yi looked at the sable, which only knew how to eat, and sighed, "It has suddenly lost energy and intelligence since yesterday, and it didn't respond to calls, but it eats and sleeps. It's all fine, it shouldn't be a physical problem, I don't know what's going on..."

Zhuang Xiaorui glanced at the fake ferret that was exactly like his brother, and said without changing his face: "I think it's quite normal, it has always looked like this, it doesn't understand anything, it just knows how to eat, it doesn't matter at all. Not cute, and—"

"What are you talking about!" Zhuang Xiaorui was interrupted by Su Yi angrily before Zhuang Xiaorui finished hacking: "Our little mink is very smart! Not stupid at all! Super cute! You have never seen it in normal times! Just know nonsense!"

After finishing speaking, Su Yi hugged the sable who was full and squatted aside licking his paws angrily, and went to the kitchen to find Zhuang Ze.

Zhuang Xiaorui, who stayed where he was, looked at Su Yi's back in despair, as if watching his breakfast go away from him.

"I'm not mistaken, she's not cute at all!" Otherwise, why would she not even give him food!

Zhuang Xiaorui pouted, squatted down pitifully, picked up the leftover sable food on the plate and stuffed them into his mouth one by one, chewing them loudly.

Anyway, it is the fake mink created by my brother. It is no different from a plush toy except that it can move and scream, so there is nothing to dislike. Zhuang Xiaorui thought about it and ate it deliciously. It can be said that he has no psychological barriers!

But he still doesn't know that in addition to moving and barking, the false mink can also lick eggs!

Alas, even a mink who is so uncute as his brother is praised and hugged, when will anyone appreciate his handsomeness and wit?

Zhuang Xiaorui held his purple-black face, thinking while chewing.

In the kitchen, Zhuang Ze was preparing breakfast for the children.

After staying with the child for more than two months, he probably figured out the child's preferences.

Compared with Western breakfast, children prefer traditional Chinese breakfast, such as porridge, buns, fried dough sticks, they all like to eat.

This morning Zhuang Ze boiled a pot of millet porridge and steamed a drawer of steamed buns. Thinking that Zai Zai would have lessons at the tutor's place today, he made another bowl of steamed eggs with shrimps.

As soon as he brought the steamed eggs out of the pot, Zhuang Ze heard the footsteps of Xiao Zai Zai running in.

"Uncle Zhuang Ze!"

"Zaizai got up so early, did you sleep well last night?" Zhuang Ze put the steamed eggs on the table, then knelt down and touched the child's cheek, smiling amiably, just like the one who ordered Zhuang Xiaorui to stand and not eat As if not alone.

"Well, I slept well." Su Yi nodded obediently, and showed Zhuang Ze the sable in his arms: "Uncle Zhuang Ze, the little mink obviously returned to normal last night, but something is wrong again this morning!"

Zhuang Ze: "..."

I'm going to get up in the morning to cook for you, of course something's wrong with the fake mink!

Zhuang Ze also felt strange, obviously the fake ferret just stayed there for a while, and there was no big problem, how could Xiao Zai Zai find it so quickly and still keep holding on to it?

I have to find a way to get over the fake mink thing!

Zhuang Ze looked at the fake mink in the child's arms, pretended to check it for a while, then stroked the child's head comfortingly and said: "Well, after the tutor finishes your class in the afternoon, we will take it to the pet hospital to have a look. ,OK?"

Su Yi was a little hesitant, he knew that his little mink had something strange, and he didn't know if the veterinarian would check it out, but the little mink's appearance was not an option, so he nodded and obediently said: "Well, okay. "

"Then Zai Zai, let's have breakfast first!" Zhuang Ze glanced at the time: "The tutor will be here in an hour."

Su Yi nodded, and followed Zhuang Ze to the dining room. As soon as he sat on the chair, he felt a sight from the living room staring at him and the breakfast in his bowl. It was too hot to be ignored, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet Said: "Uncle Zhuang Ze, is it true that Zhuang Xiaorui is not allowed to eat?"

Zhuang Ze made a small steamed bun for Su Yi, glanced at the pitiful Hei Tuanzi squatting there, and said without any sympathy: "It's okay, leave him alone, he's losing weight."

At this level of cultivation, they don't need to eat for a long time, and under such circumstances, Zhuang Xiaorui has become a fat man because of his gluttony, and he is also one of the best in their mink clan.

Even if you are fat, your cultivation has regressed. Before, you could make your skin color a little fairer, but now you can’t even control the skin color of a human figure. In order to prevent your skin color from appearing purple, you have no choice but to turn it darker. It's almost black into a coal ball!

If you don't punish him, maybe Xiao Zai Zai will be able to see the birth of a new species tomorrow!

The author has something to say:

One more!There will be two more later!Praise me!

em... It must be said that this is not racism, it's just that individuals have different preferences for good looks. I think whiter skin looks better. Of course, some people like darker skin.

People who appreciate Zhuang Xiaopang's handsomeness and wit are coming soon!