She went out to buy some cat food for Orange King.
Under the strong protest of a certain cat, Wu Tian still bought some ordinary high-quality cat food.
As for the Royal Cat Lair, Catmint, and Cat Concubine…
None of them!
What a joke. Wu Tian himself ate ordinary food and lived in a small house. He was a single dog.
What else did a cat like you want?
In comparison, the little golden crow was much better. It would do whatever Wu Tian said and eat whatever Wu Tian ate.
It was completely different from the orange cat that had regained its youth!
The blazing sun shines high,
On this day, Wu Tian had just finished lunch.
On the table,
The little golden crow buried his head in his food.
Orange King ate the cat food with a look of disgust. He looked listless.
If Wu Tian did not know that it was a transcendent, he would have been fooled by its appearance.
"Ah ~! The cat was dead! Cats were mercilessly abused. Was it due to the indifference of human nature, the cruelty of society, or the corruption of morality?”
"I want dried fish!"
Little Orange glared at Wu Tian angrily.
The latter shrugged and waved his hand.”
"Poor as a poop-picker! It's already a great honor for you to serve me, but you're actually unwilling to pay me for dried fish!”
Xiao Ju bared his teeth, then pulled his ears and ate the cat food pitifully.
At the side,
The little golden crow looked at it in confusion.
Unlike the black-bellied Little Orange, the little golden crow was in its infancy and did not know anything.
In its world, everything that it could eat could be used as food. There was no difference between good and bad.
Of course, it was the best if it was given by Master!
"No, no!"
Wu Tian teased Little Orange and laughed.
Suddenly,
Knock, knock, knock. Someone knocked on the door!
"Who's looking for me?"
Wu Tian was a little confused.
He didn't seem to have many friends who could visit him here, right?
After thinking about it, Wu Tian could not remember how many friends his predecessor had who liked to visit. The landlord had always been urging him to transfer money over his phone and had never come to look for him.
He stood up and gave the two little pets a look.
The little golden crow cleverly turned black and flew to the windowsill.
Little Orange was born with a disguise. Before it showed its uniqueness, almost no one could tell that it was extraordinary.
Wu Tian took a deep breath and slowly opened the door.
At the door.
A bearded old man stood there. He had white hair and a youthful face, and he looked quite amiable.
"He is."
Wu Tian felt that it was very familiar. The memory fragments in his mind began to churn.
The next moment, he remembered.
This was his father's good friend, an old fortune-teller in a small county town. He was called " Zhou Banxian."
When Wu Tian was young, Zhou Banxian was a fortune-teller and was beaten half to death by a group of people.
Because they didn't have money, the hospital didn't accept it.
Boss Wu Tian was kind enough to take care of Zhou Banxian, who had been lying at home for more than a year, before he recovered.
At that time, Wu Tiandu was often called by Father Wu to help.
"Little Tian!"
Old Man Zhou chuckled.
Wu Tian smiled and called out," Grandpa Zhou."
"Haha, you're here for university. I heard that you're here, so I came to see you immediately!”
Old man Zhou narrowed his eyes and looked around the room. He noticed the little golden crow on the windowsill, and his pupils constricted.
However, he did not make any special movements. He only smiled and said,"Why? Aren't you going to invite your Grandpa Zhou in?”
"What? Come in, come in!"
Wu Tian smiled awkwardly.
He had been combing through his memories just now. His predecessor and the old man in front of him were indeed on good terms.
"You're a good kid. You went to a good university and studied hard.”
Old Man Zhou and Wu Tian entered the room and chatted about their daily life.
His attitude was kind. He was just an elder who had come to meet a junior.
Although Wu Tian was on guard, he still had a smile on his face.
As he spoke,
Old Zhou suddenly glanced at the little golden crow on the windowsill and asked,""You raised a crow?"
He ignored the little orange on the table
After all, it was normal for people to raise cats.
But how many people would raise this?
"Yes! I picked it up a while ago and brought it with me.”
Wu Tian smiled.
"Is that so?"
" I'm here to see you," said Oldman Zhou calmly." It looks like you're doing well. That's good."”
"If you encounter any difficulties, remember to look for Grandpa Zhou. Here, this is Grandpa Zhou's number!”
Old Man Zhou reported a number.
Wu Tian had a strange expression.
This old fortune-teller was almost beaten to death in the past. Why was he so arrogant now?
However, he didn't say anything. He just responded and wrote down the phone number.
"Oh right, I have something for you."
Old Zhou hesitated for a moment before taking out a porcelain bottle from his small bag.
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