681 Little Sweetie and Madam Cow (1/2)

Chapter 681: Little Sweetie and Madam Cow

Translator: Nyoi-Bo StudioEditor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Good-For-Nothing was the name of the stupid-looking Husky, and it turned to glare at its owner.

Snowy was used in the conflict between Good-For-Nothing and Snowball. It's said that when a cat meets a dog of the same size, or even larger, that the cat would be at an advantage.

However, the Husky never learned its lessons, so it always came back for more, probably because of its bad memory.

As expected, Good-For-Nothing stretched out one of its paws and tried to smack Snowball, but just as it raised its paw, Snowball retaliated and went to scratch its face. Thankfully, Snowball's legs were short, so it missed.

Good-For-Nothing was shocked and hid in a corner. It couldn't seem to beat the cat, but it couldn't admit defeat so easily. It decided to go to its owner for help. It ran to Jin Er and started to roll around on the ground, pretending to be sad.

Jin Er despised its shameful appearance, so he ignored Good-For-Nothing and continued to fish.

Plan A backfired, so Good-For-Nothing started Plan B. It started squirming its body forwards, placing its mouth right beside a pile of dirty snow. It had heard that the snow had some kind of industrial salt all over it, so it pretended to commit suicide to get its owner's attention.

Jin Er sighed and said, ”Something must have gone wrong with my brain to think I could raise this Good-For-Nothing!”

He shifted the fishing rod to one hand. With the other hand, he reached in the cooler, dug out a honey-roasted chicken drumstick, and threw it at the Husky. Good-For-Nothing stood up to eat the chicken, its defeat forgotten.

Snowy brought Snowball into the forest and walked towards Jin Er.

Good-For-Nothing was just about to dig in when it heard noises. It turned around to see its mortal enemy, and Good-For-Nothing immediately panicked.

The lake was right in front of it, and although it knew how to swim, the water would be freezing, and the drumstick wouldn't be good if it was cold.

If they were to battle it out, Good-For-Nothing would definitely lose, and even if it wanted to run, there was nowhere to go. In a panic, Good-For-Nothing held the drumstick in its mouth as it dashed towards a tree and tried to climb it. To no one's surprise, it slid down.

With nowhere to go, Good-For-Nothing retreated back to the lake and glared at the cat.

Jin Er placed a hand on his forehead, ashamed.