Chapter 63 63 Berry: “Ah, I’m not a good mother. …

Zuizui Fruit is a pure natural wine fruit with an alcohol concentration of less than 10% and a sweet and intoxicating wine aroma.

Children in the magical world who cannot drink alcohol will pick drunken fruits to satisfy their cravings. Eating more than three in a row will make them slightly tipsy.

Even if they are still sober and rational, children will always take the opportunity to get drunk and become brave enough to cause trouble.

In front of Berry's home in the small town of Nange, there is a dense patch of berries. Every spring, Valeria uses them to make wine and boil magic potions.

Berry drank Valeria's magic potion with the drunken fruit in it, and for three days she listened to mosquitoes quarreling over who could suck more blood, and birds fighting over whose singing was better. Finally, they held a singing competition, and the birds chirped in the tree in front of her window for two whole nights.

The little dumpling, who couldn't even speak clearly, lost interest in listening to animals talk.

Berry collected a small basket of zuizui berries, washed them, removed the cores, put them into a stone mortar and pounded them into jam, and put them into glass bottles for later use.

The little witch never asks anyone else to brew magic potions for her and always does it herself.

The sand hidden in the kindergarten was confiscated by the teacher, so Berry had to settle for the next best thing and collected a handful of rabbit hair, put it in the pot and boiled it with leaf jam.

Feng Ci, who had seen the little witch feeding the ingredients with his own eyes, kept mentally preparing himself, thinking that it was nothing.

After the medicinal wine is cooked, the berries are thoughtfully cooled and then placed in the refrigerator to chill overnight to enhance the taste.

The next morning, a magical wine that looked like grape juice was placed on Fengci's table.

Meiguo rested her hands on the chair and raised her head to urge Feng Ci, "Brother, drink quickly. Drink every drop."

Feng Ci picked up the glass of draft beer and looked at it carefully for a while. Fortunately, he did not find any fibers that looked like rabbit hair.

Fruit wine with a low alcohol content is not much different from drinking a beverage, but its taste is more refreshing and less greasy than any beverage Feng Ci has ever drunk.

Feng Ci felt that if this kind of fruit wine could be mass-produced, it might become a hit.

A pot of Zui Zui fruit can only produce 400ml of juice, so Berry added some ingredients into it, and the 400ml became 500ml. Feng Ci drank it all in one gulp, thinking it was milk tea.

"Did you hear anything?" Berry asked him expectantly.

Feng Ci held his breath and concentrated, "No."

Nothing happened.

Berry thought for a moment and said, "Brother, you need to open your ears."

"Open your ears?"

"Yeah, like me." Meiguo grabbed her ears with her little hands and pulled them outwards. Her chubby ears instantly turned into a pair of conspicuous protruding ears. The child boasted, "Look, my ears are open now."

Feng Ci didn't know what he was thinking about, and asked with a smile in his eyes: "Guoguo, do you still know how to use the magic of ears?"

Berry shook her head honestly, "I only know magic skills."

"Hey, brother, hurry up." Meiguo grabbed Feng Ci's trouser leg and shook it, "I'll help you."

"No, that's stupid."

While the brother and sister were playing, a soft and lazy baby voice suddenly came into Feng Ci's ears.

"It's so blissful to have a full belly."

"I'm going to lie here and bask in the sun~"

Feng Ci lowered his head following the sound. In front of the floor-to-ceiling window filled with sunlight, a round, snow-white pressed duck was lying, its long, fluffy ears drooping comfortably. The chubby little figure was inexplicably healing.

"Phew, it's hot."

Feng Rabbit swung his long ears, jumped into the rabbit cage, lay down and sighed, "It's still comfortable here."

Feng Ci's gaze was too strong. Feng Rabbit, who had originally had his eyes closed, opened them uneasily and turned his head to look at Feng Ci.

Feng Rabbit shuddered, turned around and pointed his round butt at Feng Ci, "Aiya, the big devil is watching the rabbit!"

"No matter what, Rabbit will die first."

“…”

Fengci: Black question mark face jpg.

Didn't he just refuse to let the rabbit go to bed, and didn't allow Berry to give it special treatment, feeding it into a fat ball? How could he have such a big reputation?

"Brother, what are you looking at?" Meiguo tugged at the corner of Feng Ci's clothes and asked happily, "Did you hear Feng Rabbit talking? What did it say?"

Feng Ci said calmly, "Oh, it said it eats too much every day and wants to lose weight."

Berry's eyes widened. "Really?"

"Really?" Feng Ci said with his eyes wide open, "Haven't you noticed that Feng the Rabbit hasn't been playing with you lately? It's because he's too full and has too much meat to jump around."

When Feng Ci said this, Meiguo immediately remembered Feng Tuzi's behavior in the past few days.

It lies lazily in a corner every day, motionless, either sleeping or in a daze.

Meiguo pouted seriously and sighed in self-reflection: "Ah, I'm not a good mother."

Feng Rabbit, whose food was cut in half that day, stared blankly at his bowl: Hey, did I eat? Did I eat?

*

The magic wine lasted for three days. Feng Ci complained that it was childish and boring, but his legs somehow controlled him to walk back to school and he found the cat seniors' nest near the cafeteria.

Seeing the familiar face, the aloof tabby cat senior wagged his tail twice as a welcome. The enthusiastic and cheerful fat orange senior ran to Feng Ci's feet, rubbed against them, and then fell down with a bang, exposing his belly.

Senior Fat Orange: "Mi's meal is here, Mi is here, ah ah ah."

Feng Ci took out cat food and canned cat food from his handbag, and with difficulty suppressed his smile. Feng Ci simply cleaned the cat food bowl, wiped off the water stains with a paper towel, and poured the clean cat food into the bowl.

While Feng Ci was serving the food, Senior Fat Orange rubbed his face against his hand: "Man, give me more, it smells so good."

After Feng Ci put the cat food in the pot, he opened two more cans. The fat orange cat was eating with relish. Suddenly, a nimble black and white figure jumped out from the bushes next to it and pushed the fat orange cat away with its butt.

"Rush!"

“Eat, eat, eat!”

While Feng Ci was distracted, a cow cat appeared at his feet, eating vigorously.

Feng Ci recognized it. Its name was Eat Fast, and it was the cat that appeared in the school recently.

It is said that cow cats are the abstract saints among cats. They are intermittently normal and often go crazy. They eat fast but are extremely serious. They are clingy and can act coquettishly. They will never unilaterally provoke a human-cat competition.

"Little Mimi." Feng Ci called it.

He ate quickly and found time to respond: "Quack."

Feng Ci was startled by the rough, hoarse, and unfamiliar meow of a cat. "You stole the frog? No, are you my little Mimi?"

A small tit that was not clamped and accidentally exposed the old smoker's body: oo

Now that things have come to this, let’s just wash our face.

It was the first time that Feng Ci saw embarrassment on a cat's face. Eater tried to confuse Feng Ci with the cute trick of a cat washing its face.

Feng Ci's ears were already filled with Mimi's panicked surround sound: "It's getting higher, it's getting higher, Mimi is too embarrassed to face anyone."

I stumbled and was so embarrassed that I felt like a mouse: QAQ

Feng Ci patted its head and smiled, "It's okay. As long as you're willing to spend time on me, that's good."

*

On the way home, Feng Ci met Bai Ming, whom he hadn't seen for a long time. Bai Ming got out of the car holding Mantou, and without saying a word, he quickly walked up to Feng Ci and punched him.

"I've been trying to get you to show up a few times, but you never showed up. As soon as you got into college, you suddenly came to your senses and started working hard, didn't you?" Bai Ming said with an unhappy face. "You're really something. You've already forgotten all your family since you started school."

Feng Ci: "I have my reasons."

Bai Ming's cheek twitched. "What's your problem? Don't tell me you're too overwhelmed by studying to get away."

It’s okay for a senior high school student to say this, he is already a freshman in college, and he doesn’t believe that this kid will really be obsessed with studying all day long.

Feng Ci was silent for a while, "It's hard to put it into words."

Not wanting Bai Ming to continue asking, he glanced at the Samoyed squatting at his feet and asked, "Where are you taking Mantou?"

"Vet hospital." Bai Ming lowered his head and stroked the dog's head helplessly, "Mantou is sick."

"Are you sick?" Feng Ci bent down and raised his eyebrows and asked, "Where do you feel uncomfortable?"

Bai Ming smiled and said, "If it could talk, I wouldn't have to go through so much trouble."

Mantou, who gave face, barked twice, wagged his big tail and looked at Feng Ci pitifully.

Feng Ci immediately heard the happy voice of a little boy in his ears, "Daddy gives me meat, bones, and a hug." Then the tone changed, "I hate my younger brother, huh."

Feng Ci raised his eyes: "Did you get another dog?"

Bai Ming was stunned for a moment, then he touched his chin and said uncertainly, "How do you know? I probably haven't posted anything on WeChat Moments yet."

Last month, he picked up a puppy that had been abused and abandoned downstairs in the community. He took it to the hospital to stay for a week, and has been taking good care of it since he returned home.

Feng Ci: "Mantou said so."

"ah?"

Feng Ci straightened up and said, "Don't go to the veterinary hospital. Mantou is not sick. He is just jealous of you being nice to the puppy, so he pretends to be sick to gain your sympathy."

"Impossible." Bai Ming subconsciously denied, "How could this big stupid dog have such a mind?? You don't know how good Mantou is to his brother, even sharing his favorite toys with him."

Hearing the two key words "brother" and "toy", the Samoyed barked twice again. Mantou hated his brother. His brother could sleep with his father, but Mantou could not.

Feng Ci: "Why don't you go back and look at the surveillance footage? I think it was done just for you to see."

Bai Ming can view the surveillance records on his mobile phone.

Although he didn't quite believe it, Bai Ming still opened the surveillance records and turned to the time period when he was not at home yesterday.

The video was taken at 3:30 yesterday. The little Tusong woke up and came out of the doghouse. After stretching, he jumped to Mantou and wanted to take away his ball to play with.

Mantou bared his teeth, pressed the little Tusong to the ground with one claw, and growled at it fiercely. The little Tusong was so scared that it tucked its tail between its legs and hid in the corner.

Bai Ming was dumbfounded after watching the surveillance video. This rebellious son had two faces in front of people and behind their backs, and he had been deceived by it for so long.

Feng Ci glanced at him and said, "Don't blame Mantou, it's you who didn't treat the bowl of water evenly."

Bai Ming felt wronged. "I feed it good food and drink every day, and cook dog food for it. It eats two kilograms of beef a day, and most of my salary goes to it."

"You don't let it go to bed." Feng Ci shook out the information he had heard, "Sleeping with the puppy."

“…”

That’s true, but!

Bai Ming: "It's not that I'm being partial, it's just that its sleeping posture is terrible and it keeps squeezing into me."

Who understands the surprise and despair of being woken up every day by a 130-pound fat dog sitting on its butt?

To be on the safe side, Bai Ming took Mantou to the pet hospital for a check-up. Feng Ci also went with him to find out whether he could really hear the small animals talking or was simply crazy.

The hospital's examination results showed that there was nothing wrong with the steamed buns except that they felt a little full.

Coming out of the hospital, Bai Ming stroked the big, fluffy, round dog's head and said, "Okay, Dad has really ignored you recently, but you are not allowed to pretend to be sick and lie to Dad in the future. You are so skinny that you have no neck. Dad feels bad for you."

Then he continued, "Where did you go for further studies? You seem to be doing well in pet psychology."

Feng Ci: "I didn't learn it, it's just a limited-time trial card."

"What?"

"No." Feng Ci glanced at his phone, "I'm going home first."

Bai Ming grabbed him and said, "Don't leave in a hurry. Brother hasn't treated you to a meal yet. Come on, I'll treat you to a meal."

Feng Ci: "Brother, I will definitely do it next time. I have something of my life to deal with."

It was a professional match. Bai Ming rolled up his sleeves and looked around: "Did you forget what your brother does? Where is the patient who needs emergency treatment?"

Feng Ci glanced at the three social cats not far away who were caught up in a bloody Shura scene, verbally abusing each other, and moved his lips: "Maybe it's not quite right."