Pet King

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There are two questions about Feimas. I do n’t understand cats and dogs as life at all, even if they are pets, but at least they are a tool for making money. Why do n’t they even feed them? In addition, shouldn't adult female dogs that are fertility tools be given priority to ensure their health?

However, from the conversation between the old Zheng and the younger employees, it roughly guessed some of the reasons.

As a chef in charge of pet food, Lao Zheng does not participate in sales commissions. He is probably only a temporary worker and does not have benefits such as year-end awards. In this case, it is better to deduct some food expenses into his own pocket. Even if he can't get the cash, he can at least eat a few whole chickens prepared for these dogs, leaving only the chicken head and buttocks in the white porridge. Who wouldn't find it anyway?

Several adult female dogs are already hungry and are about to die. Their teeth can only eat liquid food, but they only have the residue at the bottom of the pot.

Lao Zheng scooped the rice spoon into the cage, and a little white porridge stained on the spoon was scooped into the cage. The female dog, which had not been barking, struggled to stand up and greedily licked the cold porridge residue.

"Don't look at me like that, I'm for you. The gruel at the bottom of the pot is the most nutritious, and I reserved it for you." Old Zheng mumbled to himself.

At this moment, Feimas would like to return to the barren mountains and mountains of the world of mind. It is a world without kings, mountains and emperors, and a little bit of superstition. It and the old tea can be shot in the right way, and the world is injustice. Without worrying about causing trouble for yourself.

The puppies in a cage suddenly made a noise, attracting Pegasus' eyes.

Five puppies were packed in a cage, and the cage was full of hard feces. The five puppies shoved each other as if fighting for something.

Feimas' night vision is not as good as the old tea. It does not see clearly, but the old tea can see clearly. The puppies are fighting for a few chicken bones, which the young employees throw into the porridge. Chicken bones had no meat at all, and they were all chopped up. There may be only one or two pieces of shreds and bone marrow in the bones, but even this has an unspeakable appeal to puppies who drink white porridge all day.

But they are too small, and some chicken bones have been broken, exposing dark and sharp stubble, which will probably pierce their throats. Lao Tea picked up a small stone from the ground, bent its claws, and passed the wire of the cage accurately, hitting the chicken bone.

The chicken bones fell out of the cage, and the puppies squeezed to the side of the cage in disappointment, trying to reach out their arms, trying to retrieve the chicken bones.

The strength of the old tea hit was not small, and the stone hit the chicken bone to make a crisp noise.

"Who is there?" Lao Zheng opened his eyes wide and looked into a dark place where the lamp could not shine.

He couldn't see anything, but it was because he couldn't see clearly that his imagination could breed freely, as if there were some terrible monsters crouching in the dark.

He took the long-handled rice spoon in his hand as a weapon, and walked boldly and cautiously, only to find that there was nothing there, knowing that he was a false alarm, then he was relieved.

Laocha winked at Feimas at the first blow, and the two quietly squeezed out from under the woven cloth. They are certainly not afraid of such a weak and hard-working chef, but the real purpose of this trip has not been completed and cannot be easily exposed.

They are unfamiliar with the life of the farm, and Lao Zheng obviously wants to feed dinner to all pets. As long as he quietly follows him, he can save himself the trouble of searching.

Lao Zheng pushed the empty dining car back to the kitchen. After a while, he pushed the dining car out again. The dining car contained a pack of bulk cat food, no packaging box, no brand.

Feimas thinks the taste of cat food is a bit familiar. Think back carefully. When I went to the dog market with Zhang Zi'an last time, I saw someone selling stall cat food on the roadside. The price was prohibitively cheap, and people who bought it There are many, it should be this cat food.

Lao Zheng, who was walking in the cart, did not notice that a cat and a dog were quietly following him in the shadows.

He raised the curtain of woven cloth and pushed the cart into another canopy.

Similar to the previous canopy, there are many iron cages under this canopy. The difference is that cats are here. There are common English shorts, beautiful shorts and Siamese. Two or three or even three or four are crowded in a cage. in.

Lao Zheng still scooped up granular cat food with a long-handled spoon and spilled it into the cage at will, letting those half-big cats fight.

Feimas and Lao Cha came in from under the woven cloth and saw a more shocking scene than just now.

A female with no original appearance lying short and obliquely in a cage, the lactating organs of the chest and abdomen swelled like little buns, and a few little milk cats who were born less than a month old curled up under their stomachs, sucking desperately Almost dry cat milk. Only by continuously giving birth and breastfeeding, without any time for rest and recovery, will the female cat become this ghost.

Even more frightening is that a group of cold and lifeless organs fell off between its legs. It was the womb that breeds life. Presumably, the last production has severely destroyed its breeding system, and it may be the last one. . Feimas and Laocha are reluctant to think about what will happen to them if they lose value.

When passing by the female cat, Lao Zheng probed into the cage with the handle of a long spoon and chopped it. Seeing that the female cat was still reacting, she slightly moved her body and pushed the car away from the ceiling.

"Old tea ..." Feimas kept saying.

Lao Cha shook his head gently. "Fei Maas, the old man knows what you said, but he can't help but make a big deal."

Feimas knows that old tea is right, but it is difficult to swallow it. When it comes to conservation, it is far worse than old tea.

They continued to quietly follow Lao Zheng, using shadows and corners to hide their figures.

"Is it Lao Zheng?"

"Hey? What's up?"

A door suddenly opened and someone came out with a few black garbage bags.

"Help me toss these dead cats and dogs to the garbage disposal yard in the backyard." The man threw the black garbage bag onto the dining cart pushed by Lao Zheng, and a few messy and dirty hairs appeared in the garbage bag, and one more The claws dangled weakly from the mouth of the bag, and the rancid smell quietly diffused in the air.

"Why don't you throw it yourself?" Lao Zheng said with dissatisfaction ~ www.readwn.com ~ Oh, isn't this by the way? I'm going to throw and wear a coat. "The man shoved Lao Zheng's shoulder indiscriminately." Lao Zheng, you will be affected. I will ask you to drink when you look back. " "

"Drink and drink! How many times have you said? Which one really invited? Why would you ask on your mouth!" Lao Zheng complained.

"Well, something was delayed before. I really ask you this time and hurry to throw it for me!" The man turned into the room without waiting for Lao Zheng to say anything.

"Eh! Really dirty!" Lao Zheng glanced at the black garbage bag disapprovingly. "Every one of them is too lazy to die, and they will call me!"

He was dissatisfied, but could not refuse, scolding him for leaving, and the man came out of the room again, "Lao Zheng, wait!"

"What else?" Lao Zheng asked indignantly. "What's not finished yet?"

The man held a small box in his hand and laughed, "I almost forgot, and then gave them the medicine-be careful, don't break it, it's all in a glass bottle! This medicine is quite expensive!"

Old Zheng Yi heard it was a tricky errand, and immediately flinched: "You send the expensive things yourself, I don't care!"

"Oh, Lao Zheng, it's not that serious. As long as you don't drop it deliberately, the medicine bottle won't break, and there's something in it." The man forced the small box into Lao Zheng's dining car. Lao Zheng obstructed everything, but still failed.

"Why are you like this?" Old Zheng Ji said.

The man took out a cigarette and handed it to him, "Oh, Lao Zheng, help me, I'm too lazy to run again."

Lao Zheng stared at the remaining smoke.

"Okay, all for you."

The man reluctantly gave him the entire pack of cigarettes, and Lao Zheng grinned, "To whom?"

"Zhang Wanguo them." The man raised his finger deeper into the farm.