Adorable Pet Daily Life Ch. 127

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Nobody was worried about Ah Fei or Mengmeng's babies not getting adopted. Ah Fei's kids were just two mixed-breed kittens. Plus, neither Ah Fei nor Dumb Egg were as good-looking as Qiuqiu. But Mengmeng was having Samoyed puppies—so a ton of people had their eyes on her litter, already eager to adopt.

Not long after Feng Yuanyuan took Baobao, reporters from the magazine came by. They played with some of the hospital pets, took a few photos, and then started the interview with Shen Huo.

The photographer was a guy, and the writer was a girl. When it came to anyone besides Xiao Chuan, Shen Huo had always been a pro at talking nonsense and spinning stories, so the interview didn't stress him out at all. Of course, sticking to the principle of telling the truth, Shen Huo didn't exaggerate anything either.

The interview took about forty minutes, then they brought out the award-winning pets to take photos. Aside from Qiuqiu, who wasn't very cooperative, the others were all super happy to be on camera.

The day after the interview, Qiao Zhenmian also told Shen Huo that his article had already been approved.

This article was pretty much rushed out—they had to get it published while the topic was still trending. Wait too long, and the buzz would cool down faster than cold leftovers.

To help meet the magazine's deadline, Shen Luo had really been on edge.

After training for a few days, the owl finally got back to its old self and could fly smoothly again. Mainly because its wings had fully healed, and just a bit of practice was enough to restore its former state.

Honestly, Shen Luo had a pretty good impression of this owl. It was cute and well-behaved.

Too bad he couldn't keep it, and the owl probably still preferred its old way of life anyway.

Once everything at the hospital was settled, Shen Luo drove off to release the owl back into the wild.

He picked a forest a few hours' drive away. It stretched for over ten kilometers—perfect for an owl to survive in. And since it was summertime, rodents were everywhere, so he didn't have to worry about the owl finding food.

"You, don't go back into the city anymore, alright?" Shen Luo said. "People there won't treat you well. And the food's not safe either. Those fat city rats are raised on gutter oil, and the dead ones probably died from poison. Not like the clean, wild ones out here."

The owl stood on Shen Luo's arm, tilted its head, then turned it back.

Shen Luo patted its head again and said, "Wang Bo didn't have time to come, so it's just me seeing you off. Don't blame him. If you miss us, you can fly over and visit sometime."

The owl shifted its feet a little but didn't respond. Shen Luo couldn't tell whether it understood or not.

Oh well, what's the point of saying so much to a bird anyway? Tiny brain, big survival pressure—who knows if it even remembers anything you say.

With that in mind, Shen Luo said, "Go on. Don't bother flying back."

The owl looked at him, flapped its wings, took a few steps forward, then finally took off and soared into the sky.

As its figure disappeared, Shen Luo felt a bit bummed out.

Xiao Chuan patted him on the shoulder and said, "Come on, let's go."

By the time they got back to the hospital, Shen Luo felt a lot better. Wang Bo just asked, "Gone?"
It wasn't that Wang Bo was less sentimental than Shen Luo—it's just that Shen Luo understood animals better than anyone else, so he got emotionally attached to them more easily.

Wang Bo brought up the stray cat they'd taken in. After some care, its skin disease was slowly healing, and soft fuzz had started growing back. Good thing it was summer—being hairless wasn't a big deal and actually made it feel cooler.

Shen Luo also went down the list and checked on the pregnant animals one by one. Everything looked fine, which finally put his mind at ease.

Just as he was finally getting a moment to relax, he got a call from Grandpa Xing, asking him to stop by the house.

Grandpa Xing was the guy who'd taken in Shen Luo's little gray parrot. Shen Luo only found out later that the old man used to be one of the top officials in the province—serious power. Even though he was retired, his connections were still strong. Shen Luo hadn't expected to end up tied to someone like that.

He told the old man he'd drop by the next day.

Last time, Xiao Chuan didn't get the chance to help send off the little parrot, so of course he wasn't going to miss this one.

The next day, Shen Luo brought Big Horn and Big Beauty with him to visit the old man.

It was mid-July, and by 9 a.m., the sun was already blazing. By the time they pulled up to the old man's house, Shen Luo felt like his head was about to start steaming. But the moment they stepped inside, the cool air hit them, and the heat finally faded away.

Shen Luo mentally prepared himself—maybe there was something wrong with the little parrot, like it couldn't talk or something.

Parrots usually could learn to talk, and African greys were the best talkers of them all. Word was, they could learn hundreds of phrases on average. If you learned a few hundred English phrases, you could easily chat up foreigners, right? That's also why, even though African greys didn't have flashy feathers, they were still super popular. But not every parrot could talk—some took a long time to catch on, and some just never picked it up their whole lives.

As soon as he walked in, he saw the old man in a white silk shirt sitting on a rocking chair, gently swaying as he watched the birds chirping on the balcony.

"Sit down, have some tea, it's really hot today," the old man said, pointing at a chair with his palm fan.

Shen Luo and Xiao Chuan sat down. The beauty behaved herself and stood gracefully on Shen Luo's shoulder, while Big Horn took off and flew straight to the old man's armrest, startling Shen Luo.

He didn't expect the old man to poke Big Horn with his fan and say, "You again?"

"I came for melon seeds!" Big Horn said loud and clear, every word sharp—if someone didn't know better, they'd think it was a kid talking.

The old man chuckled. "Don't you want to see your son?"

Big Horn's son had been brought here, and his daughter had been sent to Big Beauty's former owner.

Big Horn said, "Don't care." Hard to tell if he meant about the kid or the seeds.

The housekeeper brought out a tea tray. Along with mung bean soup and sour plum juice to cool off, there was also a small plate of fragrant sunflower seeds—plump and looking super tasty.

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