Chapter 125

Although thinking like this, Yang Song didn't say anything. He tilted his head and thought for a while and said, "OK! Let me think it over! Is it inconvenient to keep a dog in a hotel

"Yes! The restaurants in the city don't seem to have dogs When Shen Zhao raises a dog in the city, it's not convenient to keep a dog in this restaurant.

"All right! I'll take a good look and choose the right one. It's very dangerous for a girl to live in a restaurant every night! It's better to have a dog

With that, Yang Song got up and got ready to go home and have a rest. Now it's only three o'clock, and there are two and a half hours left at five thirty, enough to get a sleep!

After work at night, Yang Song comes to a small forest in the community. There are a lot of stray dogs in it. Almost all of them are fed by Yang Song and Meng Shihan. Although the store is open, Yang Song spends more than 100 yuan every day on food materials, practicing dishes and cooking skills. Now the level is up, the cooking skills are increasing more and more slowly!

Just near the woods, there are all stray dogs. As soon as I hear Yang Song's footsteps, they all run over. Yang Song laughs and is surrounded by dogs. He squats down slowly and says with a smile, "don't worry. It's not time for dinner. I'll send it to you later!"

At this time, a yellow dog came with a little black dog in his mouth. His whole body was black. His four paws were white, and there was a tuft of white hair on his forehead. It looked interesting!

"Oh! Dogs are so big! What about? I'll bring you some big bone soup today Yang Song squatted down and touched the head of the little milk dog and said to the female dog.

The mother dog shook her head, put down the little milk dog, pushed it with her hands and hands, and wanted to feel Yang Song's embrace. Yang Song was stunned. He remembered that this female dog seemed to have given birth to four little milk dogs. How could one be born today?

At this time, he remembered that Meng Shihan had said two days ago that he would post a notice in the community that there was a dog to see if anyone would like to adopt it. As a result, today, the female dog would come with this little milk dog. He soon understood.

"Is this the only one left after all the other dogs have been adopted?" Yang Song seemed to understand and asked directly.

Yellow dog seems to know human nature and nods his head again. Yang Song is a little surprised. Because the dog knows that he is pregnant, Yang Song will bring some soup alone, that is, big bone soup, to drink for him every time! This one is also the only one that has eaten the delicious food made by the system.

After eating for so long, he became so smart that he could understand what Yang Song said. He remembered what Shen Huaizhao said in the afternoon, and immediately understood it. He didn't know whether it was made by the system, but now it seems that the situation is too coincidental!

"Do you want me to adopt this dog?" Yang Song gently touches the dog's mother's head and asks in a low voice.

The dog mother's big eyes showed a trace of sadness, but she still firmly nodded and looked at Yang Song. The latter also understood that it was going to winter soon. The dog was born at this time point, only one month. When it was winter, it was easy to get sick and die. The best solution was to find someone to adopt. Now there is only one left, and no one is willing to adopt.

In Los Angeles, there is a saying that black dogs are unlucky, especially those with white hair. Because black and white are funeral things, Chinese people sometimes are so superstitious. No wonder that no one wants the last little dog!

Yang Song sighed, these dogs are all grown up, can withstand the cold winter, but this little milk dog has no way, the body has not yet fully grown up, it is easy to die in an accident, so the dog mother has no way, imploring Yang Song to take his last child.

Looking at the dog mother's pleading eyes, Yang Song sighed, gently picked up the little milk dog, firmly said: "you can rest assured, this dog, I will take good care of, will bring to you in the future, you must live well!"

For stray dogs, not to say how to live, to live is their only goal!

Mother dog looked at Yang Song, eyes full of gratitude, called twice, firmly turned to leave, the pace has never stopped!

Holding the little milk dog, he was very obedient. He lay quietly in Yang Song's arms. Occasionally he opened his eyes and looked at Yang Song. Yang Song couldn't help laughing. The first thing he did was to find a paper box in the grocery room and dig a small door, enough for the small milk dog to get in and out! He went back to the kitchen, took out the soup pot from the system, took a small bowl of soup, tried the temperature, it was just warm, put it in front of the little milk dog, the latter smelled the flavor of the soup, soon opened his eyes, groped to the small plate in front of, his little tongue began to lick the soup!

The little milk dog was drinking soup. Yang Song went back to the room, touched an old pair of autumn trousers, cut them down, and put them in the box to look like a little dog's nest! Just at this time, the little milk dog was full and sat on the ground looking at Yang Song curiously!

"You don't have a name yet. It seems, what's your name? You have four white claws on your feet, or you should be called Xiao Si

Yang Song's name is really too expensive. His hotel has been thinking about it for a long time. It's lucky to call it Baifeng Pavilion! Otherwise, it is likely to be called a good meal shop or something!However, when the little milk dog arrived, he called at Yang Song and seemed to be very satisfied with the name!

"Did you agree? Good! After that, you will be called the fourth! by the way! Behind you is your nest! I sleep in it at night. It's still hot now. This thickness is enough. When it's colder, I'll buy you a better dog's nest to keep you warm when you sleep! " Yang Song stood up and stretched out. There are many ingredients in the refrigerator. I have to start cooking. Today I'm just practicing Cantonese food! Light taste, suitable for stray dogs they eat!

As usual, four dishes and one soup, and a cold dish, Yang Song sat on the chair and tasted it. The taste was quite good. It was much stronger than ordinary restaurants! But want to compare with the system, still want to go up a lot of bad!

At this time, small four out of the dog's nest, sleepy eyes, toward Yang Song began to cry, Yang Song some strange, hungry? But there's still soup on the plate. I don't think I'm hungry!

Xiao Si still shouts at Yang Song. His cheek seems to be a little anxious. The latter thinks for a long time and finally comes to think of it. Does this little guy want to go to the toilet?