C8 (1/2)

It was still dawn and Mr. Xue was still dreaming. There was something hot and moist licking on his face. He didn't even need to open his eyes as he reached out his hand and pushed away the bun: ”Steamed Bun!”

”Woof!”

Oh, and this voice, and soy milk! However, this time, not only Mr. Xue, even the licorice plant was awake!

”Husband, what's wrong?”

Licorice rubbed her eyes and sat up. Mr. Xue stretched lazily, pushed away the steamed buns and soy milk with all his might and got up, ”It's okay, these four guys have seen me and wanted me to take a walk.”

The youtiao was already walking around the door in excitement. It looked at Mr. Xue and happily jumped up and down a few times to express its desire to go out. Even the usually calm Steamed Bun Jun was standing by the door, looking at him. However, he didn't seem as impatient as the youtiao.

Liquorice suddenly said, ”So that's how it is. Was it because they knew that your body wasn't feeling well two days ago that they didn't disturb you? ”

Mr. Xue nodded proudly and happily: ”It should be so.”

”It really is the professional Dog, able to understand human nature.”

”You're too smart. You can't even be lazy.”

Mr. Xue complained on the surface, but his actions were very straightforward. The licorice also stood up and told Mr. Xue, ”My husband is weak, but you should be careful not to get any wind. Wear thicker clothes. If you feel tired, you must rest.”

”Okay, remember, thank you, licorice.”

Liquorice smiled and shook his head. Mr. Xue put on his clothes and carried the four dogs' backpacks as he followed the dog out. This was the first time he had stepped out of the door since passing through the Tang Dynasty.

The Clinic was very spacious. There was a small door in the middle of the two three-way courtyard, and all of it was within the range of the Clinic. Mr. Xue followed the doctor's instructions and slowly walked away, leaving the lively steamed bun and the almost driven youtiao running in front of him.

The steamed bun followed the two of them leisurely. From time to time, it would turn its head to look at Mr. Xue, as if it was concerned about whether he could keep up with them. The gentle soy milk was right beside Mr. Xue. It jogged a few steps and then came back. It walked beside Mr. Xue's legs for a while and always followed beside Mr. Xue.

Mr. Xue rubbed soy milk on his head and told Steamed Bun and youtiao not to go too far. After shouting, he looked around. His Clinic was very close to the army camp, only a few hundred meters away, and even though it was called a military camp, it was only a row of neat bungalows that took up a considerable amount of space.

Mr. Xue didn't want to cause any misunderstandings, so he controlled the dogs to stay away from him. He just accompanied the four dogs around for a while.

It was indeed a mountain with dense forests. Compared to the modern era, the environment here was not bad at all. Separated by a large piece of farmland, many houses could be vaguely seen in the distance. It was unknown whether or not it was a village.

There was a small river beside the village. It seemed like it came from the mountains. The environment was really good. Unlike the modern era, this area was densely populated and had long been devoid of such good environmental conditions.

The soldier on duty looked over here several times. Mr. Xue called the dogs over and returned to Clinic's courtyard. He took out a toy from his dog bag and began to bitterly wander around the game — —

Throw tennis balls at the steamed buns!

Throw a knot into the soy milk!

Throw a Frisbee at the youtiao!

Throw a bone toy to Steamed Bun!

Having a pet was as painful and joyful as that. A dog friend who he had met online once said that he had forgotten what it felt like to be lazy ever since he had raised a dog!

Mr. Xue threw it bitterly, but he was overjoyed at the licorice that came back to make breakfast. Seeing Mr. Xue threw one, the other came back with a toy in his mouth, begging to be thrown again, laughing so hard that he fell down.

Mr. Xue silently rolled his eyes. But who told him to raise four dogs at once? A dog of its own must fulfill its duty and duty of raising a dog with tears in its eyes.

Mr. Xue was covered in sweat. He looked at the licorice with interest and curiosity. Without any hesitation, he dragged the humans to throw the toys and gave him the steamed buns and soy milk with the best temperament. He let him experience the soreness of a human throwing machine.