"Nonsense, back when I didn't know it was dog food, and knew it was meant for dogs, would I have eaten it?"
Mr. Dou rolled his eyes dramatically, too lazy to listen to the brat ramble, and sprawled on the sofa, pretending to nap while waiting for something tasty.
After all, the little cook hasn't eaten yet, eventually she'll make a meal, and they can eat together. She doesn't need to make a separate dish for him.
Hua Yan:"Haven't I made special meals for you enough times?"
It was too hot, so Hua Yan made two servings of Korean cold noodles. Unexpectedly, this guy wasn't picky and ate happily even without meat.
After finishing his noodles and washing up, Mr. Dou sat beside her panting, feeling hot even with the air conditioning on.
Hua Yan naturally didn't want to get close to him, seeing his fur made her feel hot, so she asked.
"You're feeling hot, how about next time you get groomed, I'll have them shave off all your fur, what do you think?"
