Chapter 702: There is no refrigerator in heaven, nor a hostess.

The woman said anxiously, "Little brother, please help me get a basin of hot water and a towel. They are in the kitchen!"

"Oh, I'll go right away."

Fang Ye brought the things without saying a word. The woman dipped the towel in hot water and wiped Ah Fu's body over and over again. Unfortunately, it was useless. It was still hard and would not move.

Fang Ye kindly reminded, "Beauty, this trick doesn't seem to have any effect..."

"Alas, it's too frozen." The woman was desperate and came up with another idea, "The hot towel won't work. Please go to the bedroom and get me a hair dryer."

"Okay."

Fang Ye brought the hair dryer again. After plugging it in, the woman turned on the fire at full power and blew it wildly at Wugui.

After blowing for a long time, poor Ah Fu's body became limp, but his eyes were still tightly closed, and his limbs showed no signs of life.

The woman did not give up, and thought of many new methods, such as hot water bottles, small suns, and even electric blankets, but unfortunately, they all had no effect.

After trying seven or eight methods, the woman finally lost hope and burst into tears: "Poor Ah Fu, I should never have put you in the refrigerator. Now look, the old man sent the young away, how can I live alone in the future..."

Damn, even the old man sent the young away, it's just a little turtle, do you have to exaggerate?

Fang Ye was at a loss whether to laugh or cry, but he couldn't help asking, "Um... can I ask you a question, why did you put it in the refrigerator?"

The woman cried and said, "It was too hot last night, and I was afraid that Ah Fu couldn't stand it, so I wanted to put it in the refrigerator to avoid the heat. Later, I was busy watching short videos, so I forgot about it..."

Fang Ye was speechless. He had never heard of a turtle avoiding the heat in his life, and it ran to the refrigerator. This way of death was more unfair than Dou E's...

He forced a smile and comforted her, "A dead turtle cannot be resurrected, you should mourn and accept the change. I hope Ah Fu will have a good journey. I hope there is no refrigerator in heaven."

Fang Ye added in his heart: There is no unreliable hostess...

"Thank you, little brother. Although I failed to save Ah Fu in the end, I still appreciate everything you did." After crying for a while, the woman seemed to finally come to her senses and wiped away her tears with a tissue.

"You're welcome. This is what I should do." Fang Ye said seriously, "Now what are you going to do? Bury Ah Fu or..."

The woman hesitated and said, "Burying it is not good, right? It has been with me for seven years. I don't want it to lie in the cold and dark ground forever!"

Fang Ye secretly praised in his heart: What a kind and righteous owner. Although his memory is not very good, he still has deep feelings for his pet!

He suggested seriously: "Why not cremate Ah Fu and put the ashes in a small box. You can open it and look at it when you miss him. That would be nice!"

The woman shook her head: "Cremation? No, no, that's too wasteful."

"Waste???"

After hearing her words, Fang Ye's face immediately turned into a black question mark.

The woman continued, "I just happened to be making chicken soup, so I threw Ah Fu in to cook together. After all, I've raised it for seven years. I heard that chicken and turtle soup is quite nutritious, so this way it won't be wasted. Don't you agree?"

Fang Ye suddenly broke out in a sweat and stammered, "No...no problem..."

The woman said anxiously, "Brother, please help me get a basin of hot water and a towel. They're in the kitchen!"

"Oh, I'll go right away."

Fang Ye brought the things without saying a word. The woman dipped the towel in hot water and wiped Ah Fu's body over and over again, but it was useless. It was still hard and wouldn't move.

Fang Ye kindly reminded: "Beauty, this trick doesn't seem to have much effect..."

"Alas, it's too frozen." The woman was desperate and came up with another idea, "The hot towel doesn't work, please go to the bedroom and get me a hair dryer."

"Okay."

Fang Ye happily brought the hair dryer. After plugging it in, the woman turned on the power and blew it wildly at the turtle.

After blowing for a long time, poor Ah Fu's body became soft, but his eyes were still closed tightly, and his limbs did not react like a living thing.

The woman did not give up, and thought of many new methods, such as hot water bottles, small suns, and even electric blankets, but unfortunately they had no effect at all.

After trying seven or eight methods, the woman finally lost hope and burst into tears: "Poor Ah Fu, I should never have put you in the refrigerator. Now look what happened, the old man is sending the young away, how can I live alone in the future... "

Damn, even the old man is sending the young away, it's just a little turtle, do you have to exaggerate like that?

Fang Ye was at a loss whether to laugh or cry, but he couldn't help asking, "Um... can I ask you a question, why did you put it in the refrigerator?"

The woman cried and said, "It was too hot last night, and I was afraid that Ah Fu couldn't stand it, so I wanted to put it in the refrigerator to avoid the heat. Later, I was busy watching short videos, so I forgot about it..."

Fang Ye was speechless. He had never heard of a turtle avoiding the heat in his life, and it ran to the refrigerator. This way of death was more unfair than Dou E's...

He forced a smile and comforted her, "A dead turtle cannot be resurrected, you should mourn and accept the change. I hope Ah Fu will have a good journey. I hope there is no refrigerator in heaven."

Fang Ye added in his heart: There is no unreliable hostess...

"Thank you, little brother. Although I failed to save Ah Fu in the end, I still appreciate everything you did." After crying for a while, the woman seemed to finally come to her senses, so she wiped away her tears with a tissue.

"You're welcome. This is what I should do." Fang Ye said seriously, "Now what are you going to do? Bury Ah Fu or..."

The woman hesitated and said, "It's not good to bury it, right? It has been with me for seven years. I don't want it to lie in the cold and dark underground forever!"

Fang Ye secretly praised in his heart: What a kind and righteous owner. Although his memory is not very good, he still has deep feelings for his pet!

He suggested seriously: "Why not cremate Ah Fu, put the ashes in a small box, and open it to take a look when you miss it, it's not bad!"

The woman shook her head: "Cremation? No, no, that's too wasteful."

"Waste???"

After hearing her words, Fang Ye immediately turned into a black question mark face.

The woman continued: "Just when I want to make chicken soup, I'll throw Ah Fu in to cook together. After all, I've raised him for seven years. I heard that chicken and turtle soup is still quite nutritious. This way it won't be a waste. Don't you think so?"

Fang Ye immediately broke out in sweat and stammered: "No... no problem..."