After digesting Panpan's story, Jiang Yanqing also came to terms with it. She just treated it as a spiritual pet. After all, Panpan's father was the wolf king, so his mind was smarter and more civilized than that of ordinary wolves.
After Panpan followed him, he began to drink and use the water from the space well, which added more spiritual energy. The two of them complemented each other and were bound together by an inseparable fate.
"Qing, I'm hungry. I haven't eaten for three days." Panpan saw that Jiang Yanqing had regained his composure and lay on the ground wailing.
Jiang Yanqing's eyebrows twitched, "Who did you learn this name from?"
"Since Fang Mingxiao calls you Qingqing, then I will call you Qing. It sounds nice, doesn't it?" As he said this, he shook his head, feeling that he was very cute.
Jiang Yanqing held her forehead helplessly, "Shouldn't you call me Master?"
"It's so strange to call you master, darling. I'm hungry." He wagged his tail and bowed.
Jiang Yanqing stood up silently and walked towards the kitchen. Why would a wolfdog learn to act like a human? Humph...
Fortunately, they bought a lot of shrimps. Jiang Yanqing put four or five shrimps into Panpan’s special dog bowl, added some dog food, and waved for him to come over and eat.
There were only two bags of dog food. I bought the wrong one and just threw them into the warehouse. After they were eaten, they were gone.
Jiang Yanqing was eating alone at noon, so she took Panpan directly into the space and let Panpan have fun. It had stayed in the space for a while before and knew where it could go and where it could not go.
Then he cooked a bowl of snail noodles in the kitchen in the space, brought it to the table in the living room, opened a bottle of iced cola, and sat down at the table.
I just took a sip of Coke and was about to eat when Panpan rushed out from behind and jumped onto the chair next to Jiang Yanqing, "Qing, did the toilet explode? It stinks!"
After finishing speaking, he straightened up and glanced at the bowl of soup in front of Jiang Yanqing. The snail noodles were steaming hot. Panpan looked at Jiang Yanqing cautiously and said, "Qing, let's discuss this. Please don't eat shit. Even if you want to eat it, eat my shit."
Jiang Yanqing clenched his fists, then laughed in anger. He glanced between Panpan's legs and said with a smile, "Panpan, I want to eat dog meat. I heard that male dog meat is very nutritious."
Panpan immediately put down his two front legs that were clinging to the table, jumped off the chair, and ran away naked.
Adhering to the principle of not wasting anything, Jiang Yanqing still managed to finish the snail noodles, but it was true that she felt a little traumatized.
After finishing her meal, Jiang Yanqing came to the yard and looked at the two batches of medicinal herbs she had planted. The previous batch had almost grown. Some of them could be recognized at a glance, while some she had to look at with the help of the "Medicine Atlas" to identify them.
The ones planted later have also grown to the length of a finger and are still slowly moving upwards.
Jiang Yanqing touched his chin and harvested all the mature herbs with his mind. He took them out of the space and waited for Fang Mingxiao to come back in the evening so that he could prepare them at home.
I remembered that I had promised Mr. Zhou, the owner of the pharmacy, that I would send him some medicinal herbs after they were grown.
However, the growth rate of the space is too fast. In reality, there is no place where medicinal herbs can grow so fast, so he cannot know that the medicinal herbs have been grown for the time being.
After staying in the space until around four o'clock, Jiang Yanqing brought Panpan out. She first sent the herbs to the pharmacy, and then went into the kitchen to start cooking dinner.
Fang Mingxiao should be back in a while, and Old Man Qin and Yu Jiahe will be here soon.
After cooking a large pot of rice, Jiang Yanqing decided to ask Tang Lei as soon as possible if there was any way to buy an electric rice cooker, otherwise it would be too troublesome to steam rice every time.
There is an electric rice cooker in the space, but it is too advanced and it is impossible to have it now.
Yellow croaker with pickled mustard greens, braised prawns, lean meat and mushroom soup, a cold dish of three shredded vegetables, and scrambled eggs with tomatoes.
When the four dishes and one soup were almost ready, the courtyard door was pushed open from the outside. Jiang Yanqing looked through the kitchen window and saw a familiar figure walking in. It was Fang Mingxiao who had returned.
Following behind were Old Man Qin, Yu Jiahe, and an unexpected person.
"Xiaoqing, we are here." Old man Qin shouted impatiently as he entered the yard.
Jiang Yanqing wiped his hands, walked out of the kitchen, and responded, "Grandpa Qin, you're here. There's only one soup left. Come in and sit down."
Old Man Qin happily agreed and nudged Yu Jiahe, "Go in and help quickly. Xiaoqing is sweating profusely."
Yu Jiahe curled her lips, but before she could even move her feet, Fang Mingxiao had already put down his schoolbag, walked towards the kitchen, and was already beside Jiang Yanqing.
Old man Qin glared at Yu Jiahe again. The brat had no sense at all and deserved to be single.
Jiang Yanqing glanced at Qin Ting, who was the last one to enter. Forget it, just pretend not to know him!
"Xiaoqing? Long time no see. Is this your home?" A slightly stiff male voice sounded.
Jiang Yanqing: ...Aren't you pretending not to know me? We just ran into each other a few days ago, how come it's been so long?
Feeling a cold gaze from behind, Jiang Yanqing shuddered secretly. It was really like snowflakes as big as goose feathers were floating in the June sky!
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