The dog's head was as hard as a rock, and it did not back down at all.

Li Qingyu was speechless; he still hadn't woken up.

Immediately, he kicked it.

It's okay if you don't wake up, you dead dog, but don't break your owner's stove, we still need it!

The husky that had been kicked down finally opened its eyes.

The dog looked around, as if wondering why it had ended up there.

But soon, the husky stopped being confused, because it saw the roasted gerbil in Li Qingyu's hand.

So the husky quickly got up and clung to Li Qingyu.

Its little tail wagged, its tongue lolled out, and it stood up straight, pulling at Li Qingyu's pants.

Ah... only food can wake you up...

Li Qingyu pursed his lips.

You should be glad I'm the one who owns a dog like that...

If someone were a gatekeeper in the countryside sleeping like that, their legs would have been broken long ago.

Not long after.

Li Qingyu returned to the sofa and placed the gerbil meat rice bowl he was holding on the coffee table.

The gerbil meat on the plate had been sliced ​​into thin pieces and neatly arranged on top of the Sanchang rice. Apart from being a little green, it looked quite appealing.

The enticing aroma of meat mixed with rice lingered in the living room, whetting one's appetite.

Then, Li Qingyu took out a small iron basin from the kitchen, which contained half a roasted gerbil and a small amount of Sanchang rice.

Hmm... it's not that Li Qingyu is stingy, that he doesn't feed the dog enough...

Rather, Li Qingyu genuinely dared not add too much; he had personally experienced how filling Sanchang rice could be.

He casually placed the small iron basin on the carpet, and the husky that had been chasing after Li Qingyu immediately pounced on it.

The dog buried its head in the bowl and ate happily, making slurping noises.

Li Qingyu was so tempted by what he saw.