Adorable Pet Daily Life Ch. 39

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Shen Luo got it, though. There's not much you can do. People grieve when they lose loved ones, so of course dogs do too. That dog was grieving 'cause he understood death. If he didn't get it, he'd probably just go on living his goofy little life, thinking about nothing but food, naps, and poop.

But something that did cheer Shen Luo up was that the chickens at home had all grown up, and they'd started laying eggs a while back. They had enough corn and other grains, plus Shen Luo bought some rice bran from the farmhands, and the chickens were also great at catching bugs. So they were all thriving.

Brother Hei and the others had been taking care of them out in the countryside for a few months now—not a single chicken lost. That touched Shen Luo a lot. He remembered how he'd said before that he'd reward them with an egg, so he went and boiled a whole egg for each of the dogs.

When word got out that Shen Luo's chickens had grown up, Zheng Jiamei set her sights on them.

"You seriously gonna fight the hospital animals for food? You're not even embarrassed?"

Zheng Jiamei let out a couple of guilty hums—yeah, even she knew she was being kinda shameless. But the chickens were laying a bunch of eggs every day, and the hospital couldn't possibly use them all up. Plus, her mom had basically ordered her to make the request, so she had no choice but to thicken her skin and go for it.

"No other way! Just sell me two, please? My grandparents are visiting, and my mom said we need to get them some good nutrition!"

"Yeah, right. Didn't your grandparents pass away already?" Shen Luo deadpanned. Her lie was so bad he actually felt secondhand embarrassment for her IQ.

"...Fine, my little sister wants to eat chicken, that good enough for you?"

Her "little sister" was the family's toy poodle. Her mom treated it like her daughter, so naturally, Zheng Jiamei called it her sister too.

Shen Luo thought about it for a sec. Honestly, they had more than enough eggs now, so selling a couple chickens wasn't a big deal. And her mom was always the type to throw money at anything good, never stingy. Plus, Zheng Jiamei was relentless—it'd be hard to say no without offending her. So after putting on a show of hesitation for a bit, he finally nodded. "Alright, fine. But don't expect a bargain."

Zheng Jiamei lit up instantly. If it weren't for all the good stuff that regularly came out of Shen Luo's place, her mom would've probably made her quit this job ages ago.

"My mom said she wants one young rooster and one young hen. Size doesn't matter, just make sure they're freshly grown and tender. Good for the body and tasty."

Shen Luo could feel the ache in his teeth. He couldn't even bring himself to eat the chickens he raised, but other people? They were thriving. It hurt, man.

Back home, he went and caught two chickens. For him, telling male from female was easy, so he nailed it. Each chicken was around two or three jin (like 1–1.5 kg). Since they were free-range and constantly dodging the dogs, his chickens were anything but fat—they were long, lean, and super active. Supposedly, chickens raised like that tasted way better than the factory-farmed ones.

Zheng Jiamei handed over two hundred yuan without batting an eye. Shen Luo suddenly had a lightbulb moment—hey, with Brother Hei and the others helping out, raising chickens might actually turn into a decent side hustle.

Meanwhile, out in the countryside, Brother Hei and his crew all suddenly shivered at the same time. Maybe it was the cold wind? Either way, they scurried through the doggy door and rushed back inside the house to warm up.

Zheng Jiamei was full of praise for the chicken—she said when the soup started cooking, the delicious smell floated for miles. Even the neighbors upstairs and downstairs came asking what kind of chicken could smell that good. Hearing that, Shen Luo's mouth was watering like crazy, and he made up his mind to kill a chicken on New Year's Eve to treat himself.

With just over a month left till the New Year, Shen Luo figured it was time to start thinking about holiday plans.

This year, besides Wang Wei, Xiao Chuan was also going to spend the New Year with them. Since it was Xiao Chuan's first time celebrating away from home, Shen Luo thought, no matter what, they had to make it festive and lively.

What Shen Luo didn't realize was that he'd started thinking more and more about Xiao Chuan lately. Back when Xiao Chuan wasn't around, he'd just breeze through the New Year with whatever minimal effort. But this year, he actually wanted to go all out and make it fun.

After tasting one of the chickens Shen Luo raised, Zheng Jiamei was hooked. Every few days she'd nag him to sell her a few more. But Shen Luo flat-out refused. He only had about twenty chickens to begin with—if he sold too many, there'd be none left to feed the animals in the shop. Even if he wanted to raise more, it'd have to wait till after the New Year. It was winter, and chickens didn't grow much meat in the cold. Right now, they just huddled in wind-sheltered spots all day, barely moving, trying to stay warm.

Deep down, Shen Luo had made up his mind: no more chickens for Zheng Jiamei. If he kept selling them, there wouldn't be any left for New Year's dinner—and that'd be a major letdown for Xiao Chuan!

But thanks to all the bargaining between those two, Big Horn had unfortunately picked up some... questionable phrases. Like how Zheng Jiamei would always shout, "I want chicken! I want chicken!"

And Shen Luo would always shoot back, "No meat for sale! No meat for sale!"

Everyone knew what it meant, so it wasn't a big deal. But when Big Horn randomly shouted it out loud... yeah, it always sounded kinda wrong.

One day, someone brought in a white pit bull on a leash. The moment people saw the dog, they couldn't help but burst out laughing. The chunky pit bull was covered in colorful doodles. Looking closer, you could see it had been drawn all over—there were even some nude sketches. They were so abstract that if you didn't look closely, you'd have no idea what they were.

"Who did this? This dog's got such a good temper," Zheng Jiamei said, laughing.

The owner looked miserable, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. "A few days ago, my cousin came to stay with her kid. The kid really liked my dog and played with her all the time. I didn't think much of it. This morning when I was sending them off, my dog didn't come out, and I didn't even notice. When I finally found her hiding under the bed and got her to come out, this is what she looked like."

The dog furrowed her brows, looking super grumpy. Zheng Jiamei figured the dog was probably embarrassed about how she looked.

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