Inferior pampering

Chapter 54

Desert Qing's hands froze there, and he nodded in a daze.

"I said." Ji Tingyu patted him on the shoulder, "Remember to get an injection when you go back, the smell came out."

After finishing speaking, he went to find the monkey, leaving the rejected little eagle looking at his brother's back in despair, secretly saddened.

Ji Tingyu took the compressed biscuits and water handed over by the monkey, "I don't want the cans anymore, you can eat them."

At minus 20 degrees, the canned food has already been frozen into bricks, and the ice shards can fight with the teeth in the mouth after a bite. The cat's teeth are very sensitive, so they can't touch this.

"Ah—it's my fault." The monkey recalled his habits, "I left in the morning and forgot about it, why don't I call the rabbit and ask him to bring some hot food?"

"No, what are you going all the way to? If you let him come here by himself, he will be scared and cry three times along the way."

"Haha, that's right, let's make do with it."

"Boss, come to me!" Rosalin sat carelessly on her python's tail, and told him to share half of his tail.

Ji Tingyu has long been immune to the wild behavior of this big girl, and waved his hand and said that he would go to the back of the snow cave to have a look.

If there is no problem with the steel frame behind the snow cave, they can finish the work in an hour after eating. Afterwards, Ji Tingyu had to go to Beishan again. An old friend invited him to eat pig-killing dishes, and he planned to call He Zhuo and Xiaoqing together.

After inspecting the steel frame, Ji Tingyu sat down at random in an open space, pulled apart the compressed biscuit and bit off a piece with great interest.

Compared to other omega masters from rich families, his life is really rough. Of course, given the environment here, it's hard not to think it's rough.

The only picky thing about him may be when it comes to eating. Cats have sensitive tongues, and the human form is picky.

Ji Tingyu has not been used to the canned hamburgers here for seven years since he came to Newell. When he was most disgusted, he had a dream of a mountain of hamburgers chasing him.

It's not that I haven't thought about cooking by myself.

One year for his birthday, he worked hard all afternoon to cook himself a bowl of shredded chicken noodles. Before he could eat them, the rich aroma attracted serval cats.

The cat is extremely fat, with a square face and squinting eyes, and the expression between its brows and eyes looks like a Tibetan fox. Walked forward and stood in front of Ji Tingyu, without saying a word, just stared at his bowl.

Ji Tingyu kindly gave it two sticks, but it vomited on the spot after taking a lick, lifted its ass and ran away, turning around and scolding him while running.

They are all cats. Ji Tingyu could hear it scolding very dirty, and immediately lamented that the world is so cold that good intentions are not rewarded, and took a big bite angrily while holding the noodle bowl.

As a result, he scolded dirtier than that cat.

Since then, Ji Tingyu has never cooked by himself again. Occasionally, when he is lucky enough to find wild game, he will ask the chef to help him make a soup.

Speaking of soup, he couldn't help but think of He Zhuo's stewed pigeon, the soft and rotten meat, the golden and buttery soup, and the whole esophagus and stomach feel as comfortable as if soaked in a hot spring.