Puppies, although naturally active, suffer from depression if cared for inappropriately. Especially when they are very sensitive to people's emotions, the master is happy and they are happy, the master is sad, they are also silent, the master is sick, they will take care of themselves. This is a very spiritual animal, and since it has to be fed, it has to live up to its responsibilities.
Meng Sangyu feared that Po would really suffer from depression, bring him around all day, play with him, change the pattern to cook him fresh food, and let Po's weak body swell like a blowing balloon.
Zhou Wudi was painful and happy. While he was intoxicated by the gentle drowning of the Toshio Princess, he was also anxious to recover his body. But after the last scare, Toshio began to keep a close watch on him. He followed his tail wherever he went, only to fear that he would disappear.
So after four or five days, in the early morning, Toshio changed into a more plain clothing and walked into the small dining room at the Biryu Palace with Po, picking and picking a lot of famous ingredients to prepare the soup.
“Is Grandma giving Po soup again?” Bishui and Yinchui helped with the ingredients and asked with a smile.
Po heard that his little body rubbed against the toffee's feet and his tail shook happily. In the past, the soup water delivered by Toshio let Chang Xi fall without looking at it, and now there is only one sentence that can describe himself at the time - he is unhappy in bliss! Though Toshio's craftsmanship is no better than that of a chef in the royal dining room, the familiarity is more enjoyable.
“No, this soup was stewed for the Emperor.” Monsanto Elm waved and told Nanny Feng, “Nanny, go ask what the Emperor is doing now. We'll send this soup to the Emperor as soon as it's cooked. ”
“Why do you have to..." Sister Feng twisted her eyebrows, glanced at the other women in the dining room and swallowed the unfinished words raw. Now that I see my master to please the Emperor, she feels like eating a fly.
Po continued to shake his tail stiff, whimpering and scratching Toshio's dress with his paws. Sadly, Toffy could not comprehend his resistance at all and touched his butt with his back heel.
“Sister, go! Since the Emperor is asked to give his brother a wedding gift, it is necessary to say a few words.” Monsanto Elm waved funny. Sister Feng, this is unjust. It's so cute!
“Yes, the slaves know.” Sister Feng corrected the color of the right god, bent her knees and promised to send someone to inquire about the Qingqing Palace movement.
By the time she got back, the soup had been stewed, packed in a food box, and the intense aroma was dripping through the cracks in the box lid. Toshio sits at the table and is trimming a small green pine pot. Po squatted on the table, looking at the food box sometimes, and looking at the toffee, the meat claws lifted, as if he wanted to lift the box lid and was afraid of the toffee discovery.
Sister Feng glanced and laughed. She became more and more fond of the ghostly little things. With him, Mother smiles more than ever.
“Back? Where is the Emperor?” Toshio put down his little shears and made a sudden noise, shocking Po, who had put his front paw on the box lid. Po immediately retracted his claws and gave up the idea of flipping the food box. He didn't notice the strong smile in the corner of the German princess' eyes.
“Go back to your mother-in-law and go back another time. This morning, Li Xiang led the crowd in the history of the post-erection stockpile. The Emperor was furious and swept away. After that, he killed dozens of rumour-breaking officials. You can't go now!” Sister Feng lowered her voice.
“Oh? Forget it.” Monsanto Elm waved his hand uncomfortably, "he muttered,“ and the Emperor won't last long. The Shen family wanted to compete with the Li family for the rear seat, and Shen Huilu's lack of children was their biggest hard wound, combined with the rumors that the Emperor had hurt the fundamentals, the Shen family's service must be defeated. Unless the Emperor can get Shen Huilu pregnant immediately, break the rumors with facts. ”
“Ma'am, why are you even thinking about this? It's none of our business.” Sister Feng whispered.
“I'm used to it. I can't help it. Then go in a few days when the Emperor is in a good mood.” Meng Sang Yu smiled, lifted the box capped with a bowl of soup, placed it in front of Po and patted his furry head in a soft voice, "Eat it! I've known you for a long time. ”
Zhou Wudi grabbed Toshio's finger with his claws and rubbed it. Then he buried his head satisfactorily and drank soup. His low eyes faded away with warmth and a cold flow of light. The harder Mrs. Shen and Li pinch, the better, the more time he will have to find his body. Shen Huilu is no longer reliable, so go to Qingqing Palace to find Changxi. I hope Changxi will not disappoint him.
After drinking the soup, Zhou Wudi spread his stomach and laid on the knee of the Toshio. He sighed and enjoyed the caress of the Toshio once more. His mouth unconsciously burst into groans.
His unpleasant appearance made Silver Cucumber and Bishui's shoulders shake constantly, so that he could easily swallow back the laughter pouring down his throat. Po was so arrogant, he had to hide when he heard the laughter.
Monsanto Elm had already smiled and stared at the lazy little thing under his hand, he could not love it.
My stomach was rubbed comfortably and the soup I drank was almost digested. Zhou Wudi grunted up, jumped to the needle box on the couch, took out the embroidery ball inside and sent it to the Toshio. As a grown man, he didn't like this woman's stuff, but he couldn't forget the darkness in her eyes the last time she turned down Toshio. If she likes it, it's fine to be with her. Didn't you decide to spoil her long ago?
“Po, is this about embroidery?” Meng Sang Elm stunned and questioned with hesitation.
“Whoa, whoa!” Po's cry is also sweet and unique to the little puppy, which is very popular.