国产青年GAY同男视频

Chapter 681: Little Sweetie and Madam Cow

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: 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.

“Uncle Jin, Happy New Year.” Snowy grinned with her hands behind her back.

“Happy New Year, Snowy.” Jin Er awkwardly laughed. He stretched his hand into the cooler again and fumbled around for a while. “I didn’t bring any red packets with me when I left today. Do you want a drumstick? I roasted it personally. It’s still hot.”

“No, it’s okay. Mom made a cake at home, and I’ll eat that when I get back.” Snowy quickly shook her head. She didn’t want to stand there eating a drumstick in front of Snowball. It would despise her.

“That’s a pity. It’s quite delicious.” Jin Er took out another drumstick and took a bite.

Jin Er finished the drumstick in a few bites and threw the bone back into the cooler before he let out a dry cough. He pointed to the Husky and said, “The dog isn’t actually mine. I’m just helping someone by looking after it. It’s adopted.”

Snowy intelligently decided not to say anything even though she knew he was lying.

Good-For-Nothing quickly lowered his head and chewed on the drumstick. When it heard what its master said, Good-For-Nothing raised its head to look at him as if it wanted to call him out on his lie.

Jin Er knew his lie wasn’t smart, so to prevent Snowy from asking questions, he tried to change the subject. “You must have received a lot of red packets today, right?”

Snowy nodded. “It’s not much different from last year.”

Snowy noticed that Jin Er wore a down jacket, thick gloves, a pair of waterproof boots, and a fisherman’s hat as he sat on a foldable chair. He had a carbon fiber fishing rod in front of him and a white cooler next to him. He also had a blue bucket that was used to store fish, but it was empty.

Snowy often found Jin Er fishing by the lake. She knew that he didn’t eat them. He’d just throw them back into the water. Jin Er just enjoyed the process of fishing. The blue plastic bucket was only a temporary place for the fish he caught.

“Today is the first day of the New Year. Shouldn’t there be many people visiting you today?” Snowy squatted. “Why aren’t you at home to receive the visitors?”

“Ha!” Jin Er wiped his greasy lips. “Well, I’m not like your father. I don’t have a beautiful daughter to receive a whole bunch of red packets. If I stayed at home, I’d have to give people red packets. It’s a great loss for me, so I might as well be out here to fish!”

Although his excuse sounded reasonable, Snowy didn’t believe a single word. She also didn’t really care. She was only looking for a subject to talk about.

Snowball stood next to her leg and glanced at Good-For-Nothing from time to time.

Snowy looked at the hole for a while. Ever since she came over to Jin Er, the fishing float didn’t budge. It was as if the float was frozen. This made her doubt whether there were even any fish in the lake.