Hundred Treasures of the Monster Tan: Meat Feed

Out of curiosity, the tiger leaned on the roof of the car and probed to see.

The name of the manager of the development department is printed on the business card, and the name below is Chen Fengyang, and there is a photo of him beside it.

Judging from human aesthetics, he should be quite handsome.

But in the eyes of the tiger, he is just a piece of meat, but a piece of meat that likes to pretend.

Business cards are often seen on TV, and few people print photos on business cards. Isn’t this showing off that you are good-looking?

There was a noise from the side of the car, and Zong Jue was about to get in the car and pack his tools.

The tiger regained consciousness for a second, and jumped out of the car from the other side. There was a small alley next to it, and it slid into the alley.

The alley is backlit, and it hides in the dark to observe the outside secretly.

Zong Jue unloaded all the things, followed by the sound of the door opening, he put the things at home, got into the car again, turned the car around, and backed it into the parking space next to the house.

The tiger wanted to take the opportunity to sneak into the house, but unfortunately someone happened to pass by on the street, so it had to hide in the shade again.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Zong Jue entered the room, and then with a creak, the door closed.

It doesn't matter, it's very easy to get in at this height.

Everyone walked away, and the tiger came out of the small alley for a stroll, and first looked up at Zong Jue's home.

His house is a combination of a shop and a home. There is a plaque of Zongji Butcher Shop on the house, and the sign next to it says the types of cooked meat that the butcher shop mainly sells.

Tiger just opened a meat dish not long ago, and he can't forget the taste. Just looking at the series of names, he started to drool again.

Tsk tsk, this place is really nice, it decided to make its home here from now on.

As for Baibaozang Villa?

Hmph, fuck him, I've been a security guard for free for so many years, I'm on strike now, I won't do it!

The tiger didn't think there was any problem with his leaving without permission at all. He looked up at the sky, and the sun was pretty good, suitable for taking a walk.

It wagged its tail and walked forward with its head held high—let's get familiar with the environment first, after all, it's going to settle here next.

This old street is just like other streets in the metropolis, where all the old neighbors live and run small workshop businesses.

There is everything you can eat, use, and play, and you can easily handle your daily life without going out of this street.

After turning around, the tiger was a little hungry. Opposite was a soup dumpling shop, and the steamed buns were just out of the pot, and the aroma came from inside.

It swallowed, and suddenly thought that all human beings like to be cat slaves. If it went in and turned its belly to show off its cuteness, it wondered if it could eat steamed stuffed buns.

No, no, no, it is a divine beast, born with the heaven and the earth, how can it do such a self-degrading thing?

It turned its head, and was about to leave aggressively, when a chubby old lady came out of the soup dumpling shop. The tiger was not interested in her, she had too much fat and was not tasty.

"Hey, whose cat is here?"

The old lady was very interested in it, and ran over with a bag of buns.

The tiger wanted to run away, but the smell of the meat buns made him unable to move his legs. He stared at the bag eagerly, wondering if he should just grab it and forget it.

The old lady knelt down and stroked its head.

"This cat is so beautiful, yo, there is a king on the forehead, you think you are the king of the mountain, this hair is so smooth, it doesn't look like a wild cat, it ran out of the house, you are hungry , No, you can’t eat this bun.”

The tiger's nose was almost touching the plastic bag, and the old lady took the bag away.

It yelled angrily—you’re kidding me, you know I’m hungry, so why don’t you feed me?

The cry converted into cat language is - meow!Meow meow!Meow meow meow!

"Okay, little pity, I know you're hungry, but the buns are too salty, come with me, I have fish at home, I'll give you some fresh fish."

It's great to have fish, I'm a carnivore, so I don't like meat!

Tucao return Tucao, the tiger still followed.

The old lady's house was quite close, far beyond its imagination. It turned out that she lived next door to Zong Jue's house and opened a small flower shop.

Not long after the old lady went in, she took out two small fishes in a small plate, put them in front of it, and said with a smile, "Eat it quickly, there are still some at home, and I'll bring it to you if you don't have enough."

The tiger lowered his head to lick it, and immediately spat it out.

It's too unpalatable, and it's reluctant to consider the sashimi, so let's skip the raw fish. The fish that Zong Suo grilled last night was delicious.

A neighbor passed by, and the old lady chatted with her. Tiger wanted to take the opportunity to leave. When he looked up, he saw a small advertisement posted next to the flower shop-vacant house for rent, price negotiable, and he can live in Balabala immediately.

Then I looked up at the place where I stayed, it was just above the flower shop, it was facing the window of Zong Jue's house.

And the distance between the two houses is so close that it can jump to the other's house with just a hop.

This is simply a rental house tailor-made for it by God!

Thinking that he could eat meat at any time, the tiger was so excited that all the fur on his body exploded, and he slapped the ground with a slap. At the same time, there was a sound of thunder in the distant sky.

The sound of thunder woke the tiger up from his beautiful dream, and he thought of a very important thing——

It costs money to rent a house, and the most valuable thing about it is its status.

Please forgive the tiger's narcissism, to put it in a more direct way - it is so poor that it has no money.

But it can find a way to get some money. Just now, when I was walking around, I passed a certain pawnshop, and there was a similar smell in it. Okay, let's go to his house to get some money.

When the old lady heard the thunder, she didn't care to chat with the neighbors, and was going home to collect her clothes.

As soon as I turned my head, I saw the kitten ran away, and the two fish were still intact on the plate.

"Xiao Wang, you don't eat fish anymore, where are you going, don't get lost, you can't find your home again."

The old lady's cry was far away from the tiger's mind. Compared with the small fish, it was more interested in meat now.

How to borrow money specifically, since it has little to do with this story, I won’t go into details here.

In short, after communicating with his companions, Mr. Tiger learned about the situation in the old street and remembered some spiritual spells.

Under the guidance of his companions, he successfully transformed into a human form.

He was worried that the house of the old lady in the florist shop would be preempted by others, so when he got out of the pawn shop, he took the borrowed money and ran over to sign a rental contract with her.

At the bottom of the contract is the signature. Mr. Tiger hesitated and wrote Zong Kui.

Everyone in the villa called him Ah Kui. He didn't have a surname, so he thought that since he was going to rely on others, he should also rely on his surname by the way.

The old lady saw his name and said with a smile, "Yo, it's the surname of Xiaojue next door. There are not many surnames. You were brothers 500 years ago."

——I think we are enemies.

Because when he first saw Zong Sui, he felt disgusted. It was an animal instinct.

As for why he didn't kill him later, it was probably because of his meaty smell, in various senses.

The contract was signed and the one-year deposit was paid. Mr. Tiger told the old lady that the luggage would be moved tomorrow, and he left the flower shop contentedly.

It was already dark outside, which made it easier for him to move. When he went out, he turned right and came to Zong Jue's house.

The door was locked, but Mr. Tiger couldn't be bothered. He opened the door with a magic spell and walked in.

There was a butcher's place in front, and his eyes widened as soon as he entered, as if Ali Baba had discovered a treasure.

It's a pity that he was excited for a few seconds before wilting. Although the shop was full of meat, there was no meat in stock.

Unwilling to give up, he opened the refrigerator—empty, the bacon jar—empty, the oven—empty, the shelf—also empty.

After seeing the end, Mr. Tiger's heart was also empty.

He slapped the table with a slap, and shouted inside: "Come out, Zong Jue, where did you hide the meat, if you don't take it out, I'll kill you with a thunderbolt!"

The room was silent, and no one responded to him.

After losing his temper, Mr. Tiger realized that he is now a human being, and he can't just go to other people's homes to lose his temper, or he will be taken away as a madman.

Fortunately, Zong Jue was not in the front yard, so he didn't hear his yelling.

Mr. Tiger secretly sighed that he was lucky, he didn't find anything delicious, he was a little aggrieved, and walked through the shop to the backyard.

Zong Jue's house is in the backyard, with two floors above and below. Mr. Tiger opened the door in the same way and entered, and it was so quiet that there was no one there.

Did Zong Jue go out?

The woman kept asking him to see a doctor, maybe he wasn't at home.

The first time he entered someone's house, Mr. Tiger felt very novel. He turned on the lights and felt left and right.

There are no high-end tables and chairs in the room, but it is very pleasing to the eye, which is better than Abao and mother-in-law.

Those two only know how to eat, drink, and play, and the organizers are lazy and use spells, which is really embarrassing.