Hundred Treasures of the Monster Tan: Meat Feed

When Mr. Tiger returned to the rented house, the landlady greeted him, but he was in no mood to pay any attention to it, and went up to the second floor after casually acknowledging.

After closing the door, he sprawled on the floor on all fours.

Does Zong Jue like Chen Fengyang? If so, to what extent?

It is related to a lifelong event, Mr. Tiger began to think seriously.

Zong Jue resisted strongly at the beginning, which proved that his feelings for Chen Fengyang were not that deep, otherwise it would have been smooth sailing, right?

Mr. Tiger made excuses for himself, but he soon realized how cooperative and proactive Zong Jue was after that, and suddenly became depressed again.

Zong Jue rebelled against him, he was not happy, and he was not happy to do it with him.

It's really uncomfortable, after all, isn't it because he was holding Chen Fengyang's face when he was doing it!

Hmm... In fact, it doesn't matter, if Zong Jue really likes Chen Fengyang's face, then it's fine for him to bear Chen Fengyang's face all his life.

Anyway, he often turns into a cat, and he has spells, so it doesn't matter which face he uses.

But still not reconciled, Mr. Tiger got used to it naturally, and slapped the floor with a slap—what the hell, obviously his face is more handsome!

There was the sound of thunder in the distance, and Mr. Tiger didn't dare to slap his hands indiscriminately, and lay down on the floor again in disgust.

While he was struggling, the phone rang. He took it over and looked at it. His blood returned in a second, and he quickly connected it.

"Little Sui, are you looking for me?"

"Why did I call you if I wasn't looking for you? Didn't you say you came over for dinner? You didn't come after waiting for you all morning, and you didn't answer the phone."

Zong Jue's voice was a little hoarse, laziness after indulgence.

Mr. Tiger closed his eyes, imagining how he was lying on the bed at the moment, his mood improved, and the corners of his mouth curled up involuntarily.

"I'm sorry, I have business to intervene temporarily, so I don't have time to answer your call, why don't I go over at night and bring your favorite juice along the way."

"Um."

After hanging up the phone, Mr. Tiger made a gesture of success.

Zong Jue didn't care so much about him, which proves that he has a place in his heart, so get closer to him first, and then have sex after getting acquainted...

Uh no, it's about courting after getting acquainted.

The so-called proximity to the water, he and Zong Jue are so close, is he afraid that he won't be able to compete with that little boy?

Mr. Tiger's optimism was carried forward, and the previous self-pity was swept away. He stood up, changed his clothes and went out to do errands.

If you have money and confidence, if you want to live together with Zong Sui, you must at least earn enough money to support your family.

He didn't want to go forward side by side like what Chen Fengyang said, he just asked Zong Jue to be by his side.

It doesn't matter if you stand still, as long as you have meat and wine every day and are happy.

So Mr. Tiger continued his herbal medicine business, picked wild fruits by the way, and when he returned home after selling the herbs, it was almost dinner time.

He quickly squeezed the juice, adjusted several flavors, put it into the plastic cup he bought, and brought it with him.

After Mr. Tiger left, Zong Jue has been busy with business, and the peak of buying in the evening has passed, and the goods at the counter are almost sold out.

As soon as he looked up, he saw Mr. Tiger walking in with a plastic bag.

"You came just in time, help me clean this place." He pointed to the counter window and said.

"Okay, leave it to me, drink your drink and rest."

Mr. Tiger handed Zong Jue the juice he made, took a towel and began to wipe, Zong Jue sat next to him and drank a drink to watch him do it.

The man was quick to do things. He wiped the window clean and tidied up the shop in a short while.

The setting sun slanted on his face, revealing a healthy complexion. His temperament is not the same as that of modern people, it is hard to say what is different.

I felt that if my father's clothes were worn on others, it would be like a big show, but his clothes fit very well, as if they were tailor-made for him.

There was a smile on Zong Jue's face, admiring the handsome guy's work, he said, "You do so much, it feels like I'm bullying you."

"You invite me to dinner, it's the right thing to do, anyway, I'm used to it, I used to be a helper..."

Mr. Tiger stopped talking, for some reason, when he talked about the past, his mood would become bad, and he didn't even want to remember those memories.

Although Zong Jue didn't understand the situation, seeing his unsightly face, he diverted the conversation.

"This juice is really delicious. You can open a juice shop. Speaking of which, there is a lack of a juice shop on our street. If you open it, the business must be very good."

If he opened a juice shop, he would have to visit the shop every day, so how could he have time to hang around Zong Jue.

If he really wants to make money, he can go directly to mining jade and digging for gold, which is also his strong point, why bother making fruit juice for people to drink, and there is no meat to eat.

So Mr. Tiger flatly refused—"No."

"why?"

"I'm lazy."

"Hey, why does this sentence sound so familiar?"

Of course it is familiar, because this is what he learned from Zong Sui.

Chatting with Zong Jue, Mr. Tiger's mood improved, humming a little tune and cleaning up.

Zong Jue put down the business signboard and took him to the living room.

"What are you having for dinner tonight?"

Mr. Tiger sniffed around Zong Jue like a puppy, Zong Jue pushed him away and said, "Don't worry, I have your favorite meat."

Mr. Tiger took out two wads of money from his backpack, and Zong Jue asked, "What are you doing?"

"Meal money, I eat a lot, if I don't pay, I'm sorry to let go."

"From what you mean, do you still want to eat every day?"

"Can't you?"

Mr. Tiger looked serious, Zong Jue looked at him and smiled, then turned to get the ingredients.

Mr. Tiger followed him and said, "If you didn't deny it, I'll take it as your agreement."

"Put away the money, it's probably hard for me to be poor, let's choose vegetables."

Zong Jue took out a bunch of small rapeseed and handed it to Mr. Tiger, who happily picked it up and ran to choose vegetables.

He felt that he was a bit of a bitch, and Zong Jue ordered him to do things. He was very happy and felt like a family.

For example, Zong Jue would definitely not let Chen Fengyang do things, because they are just classmates, hehehe.

Seeing him working honestly, Zong Jue had a smile in his eyes.

"You don't have to worry about your appetite. You helped me sell stocks yesterday. I made a lot of money. I don't have to do anything for half a year. Do you have any experience in stock trading?"

What kind of experience is needed to do this, he is a divine beast, the kind of divine beast that specializes in golden fingers from birth, turning stone into gold...

Well, although his golden finger is not that magical, it should still be possible to make some money by clicking the mouse.

"No, I just order whatever I want." Mr. Tiger said modestly.

"Then give me a little help next time."

"Uh-huh."

"By the way, has your cat been cut?"

"What was cut?"

"Eggy," Zong Jue turned to look at Mr. Tiger, his eyes flicked to his belly intentionally or unintentionally, "could it be a female?"

"What do you want to do?"

Mr. Tiger was horrified by the sight, and instinctively covered his little brother.

I thought to myself that the fact that I seduced him into adultery was revealed, so Zong Jue wanted to cut his balls?

Zong Jue picked up the kitchen knife, and the blade flashed coldly. Mr. Tiger was even more frightened, and jumped several steps back.

Zong Jue was amused by him, and said, "I'm talking about your cat, what are you afraid of?"

"Uh...hehe...you put down the knife first, and talk about this with the knife, which makes people quite uneasy."

Zong Jue turned to the cutting board to cut vegetables, and said, "There is a pet hospital next to the clinic. It's dangerous to hang around outside all day. You can take it to get vaccinated and neutered by the way."

"don't want!"

"I'm talking about your cat."

"I'm also talking about my cat. It said it doesn't want it. Animals have their own dignity. Be a eunuch. Have you considered the cat's feelings!?"

It was about the rest of his life and the happiness of his lower body. Mr. Tiger was in a hurry and yelled at Zonghui.

Zong Jue was overwhelmed by his momentum, and said jokingly, "Don't worry, I'm kindly reminding you, didn't you see the leaflets distributed on the street?"

"What flyer?"

"It's a matter of voluntary neutering for stray cats. If you don't want to neute the cat, don't let it go out for a walk all day. If it is caught and cut, it will really be powerless."

"Oh……"

"However, the vaccine must be vaccinated. Take it to the pet hospital tomorrow. If you don't have time, I'm going to get the second vaccination tomorrow. By the way, take it to the pet hospital."

"..."

Mr. Tiger doesn't want to go.

Zong Jue didn't respond when he finished speaking, he turned his head and said, "It's strange to say, you and your cat seem to have a tacit understanding, and they have never appeared in my house at the same time."