Pet Shop Daily [Rebirth]

"I see that on your Weibo, it doesn't say that you need to send a signed photo when you adopt a pet." When Du Qianze wrote that long Weibo, he did a lot of homework. Bo went through them all.

"It can't be said that some idiot fans may come to adopt animals for the stars they like. If you don't treat them well, it will be too irresponsible to them." Although Fang Yi doesn't follow stars, he still has a deep understanding of idiot fans. He has also experienced the experience of being chased and pinched by idiot fans. Fortunately, he doesn't care about those, otherwise he would be scolded by idiot fans to delete his account and leave.

"That's true." Du Qianze nodded sympathetically. There is a saying that one fan is the top ten black, and it refers to these stupid fans who make celebrities themselves worry.

"You don't need to ask for too much. Seven or eight per person is enough. If there are too many, it is worthless." Basically, Fang Yi does not send autographed photos of adopted pets in the store, and some animals have Fang Yi will only send autographed photos if he is disabled or physically inconvenient, so that those people can take care of the animals more carefully.

This kind of small animal is not just adopted if you want to adopt it. The pet shop has to investigate the economic and family conditions of the adopter, and only then let them adopt if they feel that they meet the conditions. After all, such an animal requires more patience. From a pet Since the opening of the store, fifteen of these small animals have been adopted. Fang Yi visits every year. Three of them died due to illness or accidents, and the remaining twelve are doing well. To Fang Yi's relief, there are still many good people in this world.

At noon, seeing that Du Qianze hadn't left, Fang Yi got up and explained to the front, then turned and went to the kitchen to cook.

Du Qianze was fine, so he followed Fang Yi all the time, helping him casually.

However, after washing a lot of carrots, Du Qianze felt that something was wrong. Although there were many people in the pet shop, these big pots of carrots would definitely not be finished, unless the entire meal was eaten with carrots, which was obviously impossible, but Fang Yi continued to cut carrots.

Du Qianze washed a few large pots of cabbage, but Fang Yi was still not ready to fire. Was he planning to make dinner?

"Brother, male god, the lunch box is here." Fang Yue stretched out her head from the door and shouted.

"Let's go, let's eat." Fang Yi put down the knife in his hand, and walked outside first, while Du Qianze followed in a daze. Fang Yi had already cooked, why did he order lunch.

"God, I don't know what flavor you like to eat. I ordered braised pork ribs for you, okay? If not, you can change it with someone else." Fang Yue said beside Du Qianze.

"It's okay, I'm not picky eaters, Xiaoyue don't call me a male god in the future, just call me by my name." Although male god is a word that has become popular recently, no matter big or small, celebrities can be called male god and goddess, but Du Qianze is still not used to being called a male god. It is okay to be called a few times occasionally, but he always feels uncomfortable when he is called all the time.

"Did you go to the kitchen to cook? Why do you need to order lunch." Du Qianze asked Fang Yi while holding the box lunch.

"Those things are not made for people to eat, they are used to make cornbread for the dogs in the store. I don't know how to cook. I really made them, but they still dare not eat them." Fang Yi added another sentence. : "However, someone in the store secretly ate it and said that it tastes good, but it should be eaten with sauce."

People are not as good as dogs!

Du Qianze has seen many people who raise cats and dogs, especially in the entertainment circle, because in this circle, there are almost no people who can tell the truth. It is good to talk to cats and dogs. Du Qianze has seen how they treat pets How exaggerated the way is, often so emotional.

Du Qianze felt that he was good to Dabai. He bought a lot of Dabai's favorite cat food, Dabai's favorite canned food, and Dabai's favorite toys, but he never thought of making things for Dabai himself, especially Of the materials Fang Yi used, there was a large piece of high-quality beef cattle that looked to weigh twenty to thirty kilograms. Although he didn’t know much about prices, he also knew that the piece of beef cattle was definitely not cheap, at least more than 1000 yuan, which was enough I have been eating for many days.

"Is there any benefit to eating these things?" Although he lamented that people are not as good as dogs, Du Qianze decided to ask for advice. By the way, he asked cats if they could eat them, and he would make some for Dabai later.

"There are many benefits. It can supplement nutrition for them. The most important thing is that the dogs in the store like to eat cornbread. You must cook it for them once a month, otherwise the nurse will take the lead and call all the dogs in the store to follow me. Make trouble until I promise to make cornbread for them."

Speaking of this, Fang Yi was very upset. Back then he saw someone doing this on the Internet, saying that he would be healthy if he ate enough. He tried it when he got home. Who knew that the nanny not only liked to eat cornbread, but was also addicted to it. Chasing after him every day, although this food is good, you can't eat too much, so the result of his negotiation with the nanny is to make it once a month and eat it for a few days.

Later, more and more dogs were picked up by the nanny, and the nanny still kept this tradition, and all the dogs she picked up had the same taste as her. Jiuwei sat next to Fang Yi, staring at Fang Yi pitifully. In such a situation, Fang Yi would often compromise after less than 10 minutes.

"Cats are more troublesome." Fang Yi thought for a while after listening to Du Qianze's words, and then said: "Some people think that feeding raw flesh and blood to cats is good and good for the cat's health, but there are also people who think raw flesh and blood are unhealthy. So the cats in the store all eat cat food, and some cats will ask the dogs in the store for some corn bread, because they don’t want much, so I don’t care about them. Your Dabai is in good health, so continue to feed him cat food. Well, give some canned food once in a while, don't be too coddled."

After lunch, Du Qianze continued to help Fang Yi cut and wash vegetables, and help Fang Yi knead corn buns. Although Fang Yi said that he had been making corn buns for several years, the corn buns he made were still as ugly as Du Qianze. The pinched corn buns are put together, and the comparison is simply horrible.

When the wotou was out of the pot, Du Qianze keenly sensed that something was wrong. When he turned his head, there were three rows of dogs standing at the door, with the nanny leading the row. Each dog had its own rice bowl in its mouth. .

A big yellow cat wandered in from behind, stood in front of the nanny, casually put the nanny's bowl in front of him, and acted like I won't leave unless you give me cornbread.

"Nurse is really going to be fine." Du Qianze said with emotion.

"It's not that I'm going to be smart, maybe the nanny is really smart." Fang Yi took a plate, put it in front of the big yellow cat, and then returned the nurse's job bowl to it, and started to distribute steamed buns in turn, putting one in each bowl.

When the nest was put away, the nanny let out a "bark", and the dog behind him also barked, and then left with the bowl in its mouth.

The big yellow cat put the cornbread on the plate into the nanny's bowl, then pushed the plate to Fang Yi, got up and followed the nanny.

"They are thanking you. I know you made cornbread for them today." Fang Yi stood behind Du Qianze and said, "Look, how nice the animals are. If you treat them a little better, they will thank you, no I will dislike the lack of things you give."

"Yes." Du Qianze nodded. This is why more and more people keep pets. Human minds change too fast and it is too difficult to guess. You never know what they want. Animals are much simpler. Yes, if you like it, you like it, if you don't like it, you don't like it, and your feelings for people are always the same. At any time, don't worry, they will stab you in the back.

"Aren't you making cornbread for dogs? Can cats eat it too?" Du Qianze asked as he looked at the big yellow cat walking away. Fang Yi said that this kind of cornbread is not good for cats, but he just sent it to the big yellow cat. The cornbread looks quite big.

"That's rhubarb. It's the first animal that the nanny picked up after I picked it up. She has a deep relationship with the nanny. She came here to ask for the cornbread. Most of it was for the nanny to eat. If you don't believe me, go and see it. It must be gone now." I'm guarding the nanny's lunch box."

Anyway, it was very boring, Du Qianze actually went to see it, and found that the dogs who just came to ask for cornbread put their lunch boxes in their usual places, and buried their heads in eating the cornbow inside. Rhubarb squatted next to the nurse, watching the nurse eat the cornbow, by the way Push the little milk dogs and cats chasing the scent aside to prevent them from eating the things in the nanny's bowl.

"The nanny has a very good temper. Both cats and dogs can bully her. Even a small milk cat can take food from her rice bowl. Rhubarb knows that the nanny likes to eat cornbread, and he is afraid that other dogs will come and snatch the nanny's cornbow. Come and watch." Fang Yi stood beside Du Qianze at some point and said to him.

Du Qianze was silent for a long time without saying a word. After saying goodbye to Dabai, he stood outside the store for a while before leaving. Before going upstairs, he bought two cans of beer.

Dabai was not at home, but the moment he opened the door, Du Qianze seemed to hear a cat meowing.

Without Dabai, the house is much deserted.

Facing the gradually lit lights outside, Du Qianze opened the beer. While drinking half of it, he looked at his phone and repeatedly clicked on the phone. Half an hour later, Du Qianze drank the last sip of beer, as if he had made up his mind, and clicked on the address book in the number.

After a few seconds of ringing, the phone was picked up.

"Mom, it's me." Du Qianze didn't speak over there, and it took Du Qianze a long time to spit out these words with great difficulty.

There were some noises on the phone, which sounded very lively, but the person who answered the phone did not speak. Du Qianze waited for a long time, only heard a sigh from the other side, and then the phone was hung up.

Or... no.

Du Qianze lay back on the sofa, covering his eyes with one hand.

It has been several years since he came out, and the family's attitude towards him is still the same as before.