Chapter 4 Fei Mao has a new name
Chen Miansheng didn't seem to notice the frying hair of the little orange cat in the wooden barrel. He relaxed her tail and continued to pour a scoop of water on the back of the little orange cat. Mother cat."
If Feiyan was still in human form, she must have gritted her teeth at this time. She restrained and closed her paws, for fear that she would scratch Chen Miansheng's beautiful face without holding back.
Chen Miansheng slowly raised his eyes and squeezed the back of the little orange cat's neck. The arrogant little orange cat instantly lost his temper.
He hummed a little in his nose, his voice lowered, as if he was talking to himself: "Little guy, you seem to be very human. You seem to understand what I said."
Fei Yan Originally, he was still thinking about how to escape from Chen Miansheng's palm. When he heard this, he was so frightened that he dared not move.
What did Chen Miansheng's words mean? Could it be that something was wrong with her?
She should have failed so much as a cat?
Fortunately, Chen Miansheng did not intend to delve into this aspect. He got up and took a clean white cloth towel and gently put it on the little orange cat and wiped it back and forth.
When the water is almost dry, take the little orange cat to the wood room and put it next to the stove where the wood is still burning, and want to use the temperature emitted from the stove to dry the remaining moisture on his body.
During the period, Chen Miansheng was not idle either. He took a packet of herbs from nowhere, poured all of them into the medicine pot that had already been spread, and boiled them slowly.
Feiyan felt that the water on her body was almost dry, and Gu Lu shook her body, feeling refreshed, and at the same time, she jumped onto the stove and probed to see the herbs in the medicine pot.
Chen Miansheng saw it and raised his hand to block: "Little guy, don't get so close, it's hot."
Feiyan is not an ordinary orange cat, naturally not so stupid, but she still takes two steps back obediently, with the same medicine jar. Keep a certain distance.
If she hadn’t read it wrong, in addition to the smells she had smelled earlier, the package of herbs was also mixed with a small amount of yellow ginseng, Wu Qi, and purple clothes, all of which were used to relieve cough and relieve asthma, but the effect was minimal.
Chen Miansheng should have taken this medicine for a long time, but it is obvious that the medicine is not correct and his condition has not improved.
Fei Yan quietly raised her head, tilted her head and stared at Chen Miansheng's face, guessing what disease he might get.
Xu Ye noticed the little orange cat’s gaze. Chen Miansheng looked sideways and habitually scratched the little orange cat’s neck. Then he raised his eyebrows and smiled jokingly: “It really feels comfortable after washing. Many."
Fei Yan waved the meat pad dissatisfiedly.
It was as if she had been so dirty that it affected her feel.
Chen Miansheng laughed, and suddenly remembered: "Little guy, do you have a name."
Feiyan shook his tail, yes, but there was no way to tell you.
Chen Miansheng narrowed his eyes and said to himself: "I can't always call you little guy, just give you a name."
Feiyan blinked a few big swollen eyes, and there were so many bundles in Chen Miansheng's study. The scriptures seemed to be a scholar at first glance, and she suddenly looked forward to what kind of name he would give her.
Chen Miansheng touched his chin with a thoughtful expression: "Except for the white hair on the abdomen, all other places are uniform orange."
Feiyan lay down on the stove with approval, stretched out his limbs, and wanted Roll around comfortably.
"Why don't you call Dahuang?"
She was half-rolled and furious when she heard the name.
What a bad name is this from.
You are called Rhubarb, Chen Rhubarb.
Chen Miansheng squinted his eyes, and then denied the name on his own: "No, if I remember correctly, the big yellow dog raised by Wu Tufu on East Street was named after it. You are a cat, you can't call it this."
These words not only failed to comfort Feiyan, but made her even more angry.
You also know that you are naming the cat.
But then-
"Xiao Huang?"
"?"
"Meow?"
"?"
"Wangcai?"
"?"
Fei Yan almost couldn't bear it, just about to greet Chen Miansheng with a paw, just listen to Chen. Miansheng said, "Or call you a little orange."
Little orange? Fei Yan can withdraw his claws.
Although it sounds a bit more earthy than "Fei Yan", after hearing the first few names, Fei Yan actually feels that she can barely accept this name.
Fearing that Chen Miansheng would spit out another strange name, Fei Yan reluctantly rubbed Chen Miansheng's head, indicating that it was all right.
Chen Miansheng was still thinking about another name, and he noticed that a fluffy ball
was rubbing against the back of his hand. He raised his eyebrows slightly and lowered his eyes and asked, "Like this name?" Little Orange Cat rubbed again.
Chen Miansheng laughed: "Then call you a little orange." It
was Ye.
Feiyan curled up in a small den built by Chen Miansheng with cotton wool and wide wooden drawers, and could not fall asleep for a long time.
Chen Miansheng’s illness seems to be an old one, but based on the few medicines and today’s observations, it is difficult for her to judge the true condition of Chen Miansheng.
Just taking advantage of Chen Miansheng's decoction and taking the medicine, she went to other places in the hospital and wandered a few times, only to find the only remaining package of herbs in the bedroom, guessing that Chen Miansheng would go to the hospital to grab the medicine soon.
At that time, she will go to the hospital again, and maybe she will have some understanding of Chen Miansheng's illness.
However, this was in ancient times, and most of the methods used to cure illnesses were herbal medicine and acupuncture. With her current cat body, it was really difficult to treat Chen Miansheng's illness.
Fei Yan felt her head big when she thought of this, and her tail fluttered on the ground anxiously.
She suddenly remembered something and suddenly stood up from her den.
and many more.
Doesn't she still have a system?
"Thirteen, are you there?"
[Hello host, what do you need? Thirteen will serve you wholeheartedly. 】
"Didn’t I get a bit of motivation for completing the task today? What's the use of the heart rate?”
[Consumption of a little heart rate can get a chance to turn the "wheel of love", the host gets the setting on the "wheel of love" It can assist the smooth progress of the plan. ]
"Wheel of Love?"
Fei Yan Carter, a full half a person of high circular turntable in front of her surfaced on the unreal.
The turntable is divided into densely divided equal parts, and the set names are arranged on it, which is dazzling.
As for the heart rate points she currently has, it is displayed at the bottom of the turntable.
Fei Yan was surprised: "There are so many settings?"
If a little heart rate can only be transferred once, if she wants to collect these settings, she doesn't know what year of the monkey will go.
[Host, your goal is not to gather these settings. 】
...Yes, it seems to be the reason.
After the 13th reminder, Fei Yan remembered her most important task: "Then can I turn this wheel of love now?"
[Of course. ] In the
next second, Fei Yan watched as the "1" at the bottom of the turntable changed to "0", and the turntable began to spin rapidly, and finally stopped at a setting called "Three Sentences of the Sea Monster" above.
Immediately afterwards, the six words "Three Sentences of the Sea-Monster" converged into a twinkling golden light on the turntable, and drilled straight into Fei Yan's head.
Fei Yan was shocked, her eyes closed almost reflexively.
[Congratulations to the host for obtaining the second setting, the low-profile version of "Three Sentences of the Sea Monster". After
hearing this, Fei Yan opened one eye tentatively, and what caught his eye was the wall case in Chen Miansheng's room.
It's still a very short perspective.
She opened her other eye again and raised a furry paw.
It was still a silly orange cat, and nothing changed.
Feiyan wrinkled the cat's nose and muttered in a low voice: "Huh?"
She vaguely felt that she had been pitted by Thirteen.