The autumn is getting deeper and cooler, Meng Sangyu is worried that Po will freeze without the plush cover. In his spare time, he made several small necks and a few small cotton shirts. He is going to put them on for Po on this day to see if they fit. But I didn't want Po to be ungrateful. Just put a claw on him and he started struggling hard. He threw his little neck and cotton shirt all over the place, and one scraped off the edges and broke apart.
Sister Feng raised her hand and made a move to beat Bao's disobedience. Po was also not afraid. He sat steadily next to Monsanto Elm and looked like a bully.
Indeed, Meng Sangyu quickly grabbed Nanny Feng and waved, “Forget it, it's broken, I'll make it up to you. ”
Po shook his head and hid his pride.
“But Ma'am, even the Emperor has never worn your own clothes! This little bastard is so unhappy in happiness!” Sister Feng resented herself.
Po's pride disappeared immediately, and his eyebrows burst up and his heart was extremely uncomfortable. Not to mention that he hasn't noticed that he has never worn clothes made by the Toshio himself.
Bishui picked up the scattered little cotton shirt and guessed, "Mother, I'm afraid Po is very uncomfortable wearing clothes, slaves will not even see him leave the road. Whatever happens if this cotton shirt breaks, he won't wear it if you bother to fix it. ”
“What a shame, the slave wants to see Po in these clothes, it must be cute. What a coincidence this pair of rabbits are doing the same as they really are. Po wears it and becomes a little rabbit.” Silver Cui was playing with a plush little coat and his face was full of regrets.
Monsanto Elm glanced at the little troublemaker nestled around him and poked him in the soft head and said, "Don't worry, Yin Cui, you'll see our Po transform. He had to wear these clothes, not just for the sake of good looks, but also for his health. With the weather getting colder and colder, he cut another round of neck hair and would get sick if he didn't wear clothes to keep warm. And he's the one who loves to play most, running around all day, and now he's too young to take a bath, keep his clothes on and keep his fur clean to prevent parasite bites, which is good for him. And leave him alone for a few days. When it gets colder, remember to dress him when you take him out to play. ”
The palace is full of people.
I didn't mean to mess around, but to care about me? Maybe next time I'll put it on. Zhou Wudi was stunned and unnatural.
Meng Sangyu saw herself say it. Po rubbed against her arms in love. She threw her little tail and looked very happy. She couldn't help but be a little stunned. Can Po understand me? She held Po's two foreclaws and held him in front of him, facing him with clear, bright, spiritual eyes, slightly moving in her heart.
“Po, let's play a game.” She put Po down, took a little embroidery ball out of the needle box, and swayed, “See this embroidery ball? I'll throw it out and you can get it back for me, okay? ”
When he looked up, he looked at his eyes very focused. Meng Sangyu smiled softly and threw the embroidery ball out from afar. He shouted joyfully in his mouth, "Po, go and get it and reward you for a piece of milk cake. ”
I'll spare you a piece of milk cake? What do you think of my emperor? Zhou Wudi sat stiff on the ground in a dark atmosphere. He looked immobile. He would never let himself be domesticated by this woman as a real pet!
“Po, go!” The smile on Monsanto Elm's face solidified, obviously Po's reaction was not what she expected.
Po still doesn't move.
Monsanto Elm poked him in the butt of the meat, urging him again.
Po moved this time, he glanced at Mengsang Elm, walked out for two steps, and sat down somewhere else again.
Monsanto Elm is full of black lines. She had a feeling that Po's glance was overwhelming, as if he were sighing with contempt - a stupid human being!
She must have been thinking too much! Monsanto Elm shook his head and ran over to pick up the embroidery ball himself.
Sister Feng could not watch the upside down interaction between the two masters. She was dissatisfied. “This Po is really an unfamiliar white-eyed wolf. He can't run all day. He can't even hear the scream, he can't hug, and he won't play with his mother. What's a useless animal doing here? Why don't you just send it back to the cat and dog house? ”
Po's arrogant back was stiff, and he wanted to look back at Toshio's reaction and live with it. He would never admit that he was very nervous at the moment.
“Po was actually very good, I called him, he could respond to me, I hugged him, he didn't struggle, it was much better than when he first came here. He just doesn't care about strangers. Such loyalty is extremely rare. Besides, Po loves to be clean, eating never dirty the table, never taking a shit anywhere, is the most educated puppy I've ever seen. ”
Meng Sangyu waved her hand uncomfortably. To prove her words, she twisted a piece of milk cake and waved to Po. “Po, come here and eat the cake. ”
Zhou Wudi was rigid, and eventually slowly walked over. He took a small bite of milk cake from Monsanto Elm and ate it. In order not to be sent back to that shithole, he had to lay down his body, but his slightly shaken tail showed that he was not as reluctant as he thought he was.
Sister Feng couldn't, complained, "It's ugly, the fur is ugly, and the slave can't really see what's good about this little animal. But, ma'am, if you like. ”
Sister Feng didn't notice. Po, who was eating the milk cake, suddenly glanced up at her and looked a little angry.
Meng Sangyu was about to drink tea. When she heard Nanny Feng complain, she immediately put the cup down and said seriously, "Nanny, don't you ever scream like a little animal again. Maybe Po is just a dog in your eyes, but in my eyes, he is no different from my friends and family. ”
Sister Feng opened her mouth and stared harshly at the master, eventually swallowing the rebuttal words.
Po retracted his sight, continued to bury his head for milk cake, and found nothing, his tail wobbled much faster than before.