Chapter 29 Long-tailed Tit

Tong Wanwan felt inexplicably excited when she thought about the new cute pet she was about to get.

She never thought about why other people who opened shops took the initiative to look for resources, while her pet shop was visited by animals one after another.

Outside the door, Tong Wanwan met a pair of quiet, soybean-sized eyes.

Her heart softened a little.

Perhaps, the little guy just happened to bump into her family's pager, fell to the ground, and rested for a while.

Why did she rush out in a fit of rage?

Tong Wanwan slowly approached the little bird, squatted down as quietly as possible, spread out her palms, and tentatively reached out to it.

The long-tailed tit tilted its head slightly, as if looking around.

After a while, it seemed to have just reacted. It controlled its thin legs, jumped into her palm, and stood still again.

Tong Wanwan: “!”

She gasped, her body stiffened slightly, and her eyes flashed with disbelief.

Unexpectedly, the little guy... was not scared away.

So happy!

She kept her hands holding it up and slowly stood up.

Looking closely, I feel that the Silver-throated Long-tailed Tit is worthy of being recognized as the cutest bird. It is cute and delicate like a little doll.

The long-tailed tit was completely different from the white lion cub and the chinchilla. It was so quiet and well-behaved, and it was also the smallest animal. Holding it, Tong Wanwan even subconsciously lightened her breathing.

Eli and Ivis followed their owner's footsteps and rushed over.

Eli was surprised and delighted to know that Tracy had come to see him. He was surprised because Tracy's arrival was so sudden, and he wondered if it would cause trouble for the Marshal. He was also happy to see his friend whom he hadn't seen for three months.

But... he secretly thought in his heart that if Tracy didn't come to enjoy such delicious food, desserts after meals, and the store manager's exclusive fur-stroking service while living in a pet shop, it would be a huge loss.

However, seeing that Tong Wanwan was obviously more gentle towards Tracy than when he first arrived, Eli felt a little depressed for some reason.

"Gugu..."

The major general, who had been quite happy, now drooped his semicircular lead-gray ears and looked pitifully at Tong Wanwan and the long-tailed tit held in her hands. He inexplicably felt as if he had shot himself in the foot.

Elvis had begun to get used to this kind of "competing for favor" and temporarily letting go of his pride. The little white lion ran straight over and threw himself into Tong Wanwan's arms without a word, and with a flick of his tail, he chased the long-tailed tit away.

"Cancan!"

Tong Wanwan was startled, afraid that Elvis would fall off her, so she quickly hugged it.

After seeing the little white lion seriously injured and curled up in the corner dying, Tong Wanwan has been worried about it ever since.

I always feel that I should protect it and be better to it.

Can't let it get hurt in front of her again.

Tong Wanwan's hands were still trembling as she held the little white lion. When she came to her senses, she found herself breaking out in a cold sweat.

"...You." Tong Wanwan smiled bitterly.

Knowing that he had accidentally made a mistake, the little white lion buried his white head in her arms.

As if to comfort her, it stretched out its little tongue and licked the girl's beautiful, slender fingers like white jade.

"Don't scare me suddenly again, okay?"

Tong Wanwan buried her face in the little white lion's back with a bit of puffiness, took a breath of air very comfortably, raised her head from the fur, and kissed the back of its head with its cute curve.

"Ah." Elvis responded nonchalantly, wagging his tail and nestling in Tong Wanwan's arms. He looked lazy and casual, as if "I was wrong, I'll dare to do it again next time" was written on his face.

"Oh, right! That long-tailed tit..." Tong Wanwan suddenly remembered the bird that was driven away by Elvis, and hurriedly looked around for the little guy.

Elvis paused, his eyes half-closed, and he felt inexplicably unhappy.

Just now, his tail didn't really sweep over the long-tailed tit, because... the moment before his tail swung over, the bird had already flown away very tactfully.

However, because their "attack" and "avoidance" movements were very quick, Tong Wanwan could only see Elvis sweeping the bird away with his tail.

She looked back and suddenly discovered that the tiny long-tailed tit had already flown to the chinchilla's head at some point.

The little fellow sat between the two round ears of the hamster, and huddled together to make meaningless "chirp" and "coo" sounds, much like a long-familiar companion, excitedly whispering.

Tong Wanwan breathed a sigh of relief, then asked doubtfully, "Do you know each other?"

Eli: "Goo!"

Tracy: "Chirp!"

The two little cuties responded in unison.

The system suddenly said: [They have such a good understanding, they definitely know each other.]

Tong Wanwan nodded and agreed.

The original two kids at home had already had breakfast, so I wonder if the new little one is hungry.

She tentatively extended her index finger, touched the little tit's snow-white head, and asked it with a smile, "Would you like to have some snacks together?"

Perhaps, apart from its physical reactions to emergencies, the long-tailed tit does everything slowly and methodically.

It thought for two or three seconds before chirping and suddenly bending its body towards her.

It was as if he was bowing to her in thanks.

Serious and cute.

Tracy wasn't hungry; he just didn't want to refuse a pretty girl who was smiling and offering him an invitation.

Although... I feel a little ashamed. Accepting food from others without any reason is not very polite.

Tracy frowned, realizing that Eli had been here for several days, most likely in his beast form, eating and drinking at this lady's house... Thinking of this, he couldn't help but crush the chinchilla's lead-gray head with his toes.

That's enough, Tracy thought.

His good friend had lived for twenty-five years. He had grown stronger, but his emotional intelligence hadn't improved at all.

“Gu——!”

The little hamster under the long-tailed tit felt a little pain. It subconsciously wanted to reach out and touch the scalp that was rubbed by Tracy, but suddenly found that the hamster's claws were too short and it couldn't touch it at all.

Birds don’t have big stomachs, so Tong Wanwan only made eight cupcakes.

She estimated that the little tit could eat one piece, the little mouse two pieces, and the little white lion four pieces, so she wanted to taste the remaining piece as well.

Prepare the egg white paste, beat the meringue, pour it into the mold, and place the cake mold in the preheated oven.

Half an hour later, she took the formed cupcakes out of the oven, let them cool down a little, and then took out the fragrant, soft and fluffy little cakes.

The three fake animals that could be smelled even outside the kitchen were so big that my eyes were almost popping out.

Tong Wanwan called out, "Come over and have some snacks."

As soon as he finished speaking, two figures flashed by, and the little white lion and the little mouse were already sitting upright on the high stools beside the dining table.

(End of this chapter)