And just like that, the little orange cat, who had absolutely no right to express its opinion, had its ownership decided.
"Sparkling, do you want to name the kitten?"
"name?"
Why can't you just call it Cat?
Zhong Jiayi, who has no experience in raising pets, doesn't think there's anything wrong with her pet not having a name.
"Yes, you see, I named Doubao."
Doubao, what a nice name! It sounds nice, tastes good, and is easy to remember.
Grandpa Doubao, who is currently in a state of self-isolation: Thank you.
"Hurry up, let's give the cat a name too."
The drowsy little orange cat was licking its breast, seemingly not very concerned about its name.
These little orange cats seem easy to care for, um, probably a bit easier than Bean Buns.
Is having a name really necessary?
Zhong Jiayi didn't quite understand her friend's mentality, but since she had come to play with her today, Zhong Jiayi still chose to 'give in'.
Zhong Jiayi shifted his gaze from the little orange cat, who was happily drinking its milk, to the large pumpkin toy behind it. Always looking for the easiest solution, he clapped his hands and said, "Let's call it Pumpkin."
Liang Jingjing, do you dare to put a little more effort into this?
You think Little Orange can't understand, so you're trying to fool it, right?
Well, strictly speaking, Doubao's name isn't much better than Xiaoju's. Pumpkin and Doubao, hmm, it sounds quite harmonious.
Xiao Anman didn't mind the name Zhong Jiayi gave Xiao Ju.
"Sparkling, are you talking about this pumpkin?"
When Little Orange grows up and becomes an Orange, she will probably shed sad tears when she thinks back to this moment when her name was hastily decided.
After all, the real origin of Xiao Ju's name is that Grandpa Doubao picked a pumpkin from the pile of plush toys in Xiao Anman's room on a whim.
At that time, Zhong Jiayi would ruthlessly tell Xiao Ju that you should be glad that Doubao dragged out of Xiao Anman's room a pumpkin. If it had been a monkey or something, a perfectly good little orange would probably have turned into a pig.
"Yes, this is it."
Zhong Jiayi made the decision without the slightest hesitation.
Choosing a name is simple; there's nothing to think about.
Without comparison, you can't see the difference. Back then, at least Doubao got its name after it let out a cry.
Meow?
Little Orange, who was half full, tilted her head slightly.
Something seems off?
Little Orange, whose beard was still stained with milk, tilted his little head back, but couldn't come up with a solution.
Well, it's not about thinking about that right now; its tummy isn't full yet, so it'll just keep drinking its milk.
Little Orange started drinking her milk quietly again.
The old man with the poop who had been withdrawn for a long time and whose owner hadn't come to comfort him was unhappy.
Why isn't the human coming over yet?
Does she dislike herself for being 'disfigured' and no longer looking good?
Ouch, or does the human have another dog?
Thinking of this, Grandpa Doubao's whole dog perked up.
No way, I'm still here! How can the human being be captivated by a dog outside?
That's too much.
Thinking of this, Grandpa Doubao was no longer depressed. He happily followed the scent and headed towards his "villa".
What are the person who scoops the poop and the person who feeds it doing in their own 'villa'?
"Doubao, are you ready?"
Xiao An was very happy to see that Doubao had regained her spirits.
She thought Doubao was unwell and would need to rest for a long time, so she didn't dare to disturb Doubao.
The smell was off, and Doubao, with her sharp eyes, spotted Pumpkin Orange, who was happily drinking milk in front of Xiao Anman.
What is this?
Could this be the new pet that the owner kept outside, who secretly brought back it while the owner was injured and didn't tell them?
How can this be?
"Awoo!" Doubao let out an angry roar at Xiaoju, who was in a drunken state.
"Doubao, Doubao, you can't scare the pumpkin."
Although Doubao is not very old, he is still much younger than the new kid Xiaoju.
Little Orange's body size is less than half that of Doubao.
Woof woof woof!
Xiao An is fine when she doesn't talk, but as soon as she does, Doubao gets really angry.
Wow, this is unbelievable! You're so biased, human! What's up with this newcomer? You're actually helping it.
Little Orange hasn't gotten angry yet, but Bean Bun has already gotten angry.
"Doubao, you can't. The little pumpkin is smaller than you, so you have to take care of it."
Xiao An gently touched Doubao's ears, earnestly advising him not to be reckless.
This is outrageous!
Doubao rubbed its fluffy head against Xiao Anman's face, "Human, tell me, have you changed your mind?"
As for why Doubao had become so abnormal, Xiao Anman, the owner, hadn't figured it out yet, but Zhong Jiayi, who was standing to the side, had already figured it out.
This silly dog, is it jealous?
The object of her jealousy was Little Orange, who looked like he hadn't eaten for days and was only a few months old.
To verify his hypothesis, Zhong Jiayi pulled the drunken Xiao Ju into his arms.
What about it?
The dog, who was frantically using the "bean bun-style" affectionate trick, was dumbfounded.
This new little creature isn't the owner's pet?
Oops, did it misunderstand its owner?
Seeing Doubao gradually calm down, Zhong Jiayi could tell Xiao Anman with absolute certainty that yes, your silly dog was just jealous.
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