Chapter 670 My Wolf Friend (8)
Jiang Tang didn't want to mess up the house, otherwise it would be troublesome to clean.
Lang Jiuchao didn't even eat the food she gave him, let alone let her take the medicine.
what to do?
Jiang Tang squatted opposite the sofa and began to think involuntarily.
She has never raised a wolf before, but raising a wolf should be similar to raising a dog. Does it need to be neutered, or should it be neutered first...
Lang Jiuchao still huddled up, not knowing what terrible things the girl opposite was thinking in her mind.
never mind.
Jiang Tang stood up.
Wait until his wound becomes inflamed and he faints, then deal with it.
You can't force feelings. Worrying about this is worse than worrying about what to eat for lunch.
There was only one person at home and it was extremely quiet.
Seeing Jiang Tang leaving the kitchen, Lang Jiuchao slowly poked his head out, stared at the plate of food in front of him, and smelled it. It was very fragrant.
She also ate just now.
Then he would just eat the remaining piece from her and it would be fine.
Then, the man carefully stretched out his hand, grabbed the ham that Jiang Tang had bitten, took a tentative bite, swallowed it wholeheartedly, and quickly finished the rest.
……
In the kitchen, Jiang Tang was in a daze with the refrigerator door open. There were vegetables, meat, and a half-eaten small cake in the crisper.
On the original owner's birthday two days ago, her uncle sent her a birthday cake. It was strawberry flavored and very sweet.
After thinking about it, Jiang Tang took out a radish and a piece of meat from the refrigerator.
Eat radish stew with meat for lunch, and cook a small bowl of rice. The remaining rice is just right for making porridge at night.
Then when Jiang Tang finished cooking and returned to the living room, he discovered that the plate of food that had been placed in the corner in the morning was gone.
Jiang Tang raised his eyebrows.
Sure enough, I'm still not hungry enough. At about seven o'clock in the evening, the person who picked up the bride downstairs had already started to make a fuss about the wedding. Jiang Tang went downstairs to throw away the garbage, and the aunt downstairs gave her a bag of candies and two cakes.
"Girl, come to my house for dinner tonight!"
Jiang Tang hesitated for a while, and the enthusiastic aunt directly pulled Jiang Tang in.
"Auntie, I have a dog at home and I want to feed it."
"Hey, there's no one in your family. My son is getting married today and there's a lot of food left. Why don't you just bring some back upstairs? And these candies, come and come. Take them all. We don't have any children in our family. , no one likes to eat this, get more!”
Then, Jiang Tang stood at the door with a large bag of lunch boxes in one hand and a large bag of wedding candies in the other, smiling like a little flower in spring.
"Thank you, auntie, and wish my brother a happy wedding!"
"Thank you, Auntie. Tomorrow morning isn't the weekend, so remember to go downstairs and have some porridge!"
The custom here is that on the second day of the wedding, the host cooks a big pot of porridge and distributes it to the neighbors.
Jiang Tang was naturally happy and nodded happily.
Back upstairs, Jiang Tang poured all the food he brought onto the plate and placed it on the living room table. He turned on the TV with the leftovers from lunch and ate while watching TV.
Obviously, the TV attracted Lang Jiuchao's attention. Jiang Tang heard him growl and bared his teeth in the direction of the TV.
She turned around, put her elbows on the ground, and pushed herself in front of him.
"Eat."
Lang Jiuchao sniffed it, then lowered his head and started eating.
There were bones in the elbow, and the man grabbed it and chewed it directly. When the bones were bitten into pieces, a crunching sound echoed in the small living room.
After eating, Jiang Tang handed him the lamb leg again.
After two or three more bites, he gnawed away all the bones and meat.
The meat is gone.
Only the vegetables were left, and the green peppers were stir-fried and shredded. Lang Jiuchao smelled them, took a bite, and then never touched the plate again.
(End of chapter)