Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 653 - Chapter 653 653. The Joy of Feeding Dogs_1

Chapter 653: 653. The Joy of Feeding Dogs_1 Chapter 653: 653. The Joy of Feeding Dogs_1 So there they were, in the spartan office, Song Tan squatting before the coffee table, swiftly filling out forms without a need for thought. Meanwhile, at the desk, the person in charge and the animal caretaker stared at the large swaths of blank forms, their minds equally blank.

“So…how do we fill this out?”

“One person adopting four sick and injured dogs, how, how, how do we fill this out?”

The two scratched their heads and fidgeted in their seats, utterly unable to write even a single word.

Song Tan had given them a tough problem, yet she seemed completely unaware. She had quickly finished filling out the four forms and capped her pen in one swift motion:

“There, all done now, right? If there’s nothing else, I’m off to collect my three treasures. It’s quite hot outside.”

Although she hadn’t locked her car door, the midday shade was still stiflingly hot. It was better to enjoy the air conditioning inside.

But as she left with a pat on her behind, the two looked at the application forms she’d filled in–

Well then, appears she was pretty confident, as the space for the reason for adoption was just nonchalantly filled in:

[Duoduo/Yingjun/Princess/Cang Er… all especially fond of her!]

Is that even a reason? It seemed totally unreliable.

Yet, upon further thought… it didn’t seem incorrect!

The two exchanged glances, took another look at their blank forms, and suddenly started writing swiftly.

If we’re going down, we’ll go down together. There are cameras around, the leaders will have to believe it!

At this end, Song Tan opened her car door, and with her hands, she carried out two massive watermelons from under the front seat.

“Big King, Sanbao, Sibao, let’s go have some watermelon!”

She prattled on, “I’ve found you four little brothers, good dogs, but a bit frail. You’ll have to take care of them for now…”

“I wanted to get another one in better shape, but they refused. Nothing I can do about it, I’m afraid you’ll have to put in some hard work…”

“Woof!”

“Woof woof!”

“Woof!”

Woof means consent, right? Satisfied, Song Tan nodded:

“Let’s go, off to eat watermelon! Don’t worry, my favorites are still you guys. I’ll pick out the biggest pieces for you later.”

The Baobaos seemed to understand, their tails wagging furiously.

Meanwhile, Song Tan, still holding the two twenty-kilogram watermelons, entered the office and blurted out:

“Got a knife?”

The animal caretaker blinked, “Where did you get that watermelon?”

Song Tan said enthusiastically, “Brought them especially from home. My home-grown watermelons are delicious. I thought I’d give everyone here, who’s been so helpful, a little extra!”

Bringing watermelon for the dogs?

It wasn’t that they couldn’t eat it, but why did it feel so odd?

Still, since she had brought them specially, even though watermelons weren’t worth much these days, the person in charge still responded cheerfully:

“Of course, we have knives. He has to cook for the dogs every day. I’ll go to the kitchen and grab one.”

He then eyed the two watermelons, “I’ll get a big basin too. Otherwise, I’m afraid it won’t fit. Those watermelons are really huge; you’ve got quite the strength to carry them…”

The animal caretaker meanwhile gave the watermelons a look:

“These are fine. I’ve got thirty or forty heroes here.” Of course, some have bad stomachs and can only eat a little, but it should be enough to go around.

He said, lifting a watermelon and washing it under the tap by the door.

Song Tan, after a moment of thought, said, “Then that’s perfect. Let’s all eat together. I won’t have any. I’ll leave a couple more pieces for you two.”

She hadn’t realized there were so many retired service dogs at this base. Although the watermelons looked large, they would surely not be enough for everyone to eat their fill.

“It’ll do, just to get a taste and set a baseline, and next year when the new stock comes out, I’ll… ahem.”

Just then, the person in charge came over with a big kitchen knife that glinted coldly. Hearing her words, he couldn’t help but laugh, “There’s really no need to be so frugal, we can buy watermelon as soon as we step outside. He buys groceries every day, and there’s a meal subsidy.”

After all, how much could a young girl save between her teeth? It’s totally unnecessary, and watermelons aren’t anything rare.

Song Tan was already accustomed to everyone’s tough talk before eating. At that moment, she took the knife and, with a decisive cut, sliced through the fruit.

Instantly, the aromatic scent of the melon filled the air, and the big dog sniffed, waiting patiently. Sanbao and Sibao, unlike him, often got to sneak a bite when guarding the melon patch, so they were already impatiently humming.

To the caretaker’s view, this was a sign of reassurance.

Such big dogs, yet so calm and steady in temperament, this girl really had skills in training dogs… very good indeed!

Huh, but this melon really is fragrant… how can it be this fragrant? The local melons from their market are also sun-drenched and grown in soil, so why don’t they taste the same?

…

This melon weighed nearly twenty pounds, and as Song Tan chopped it haphazardly, the bright red flesh and emerald rind quickly filled up the whole basin.

The light red juice dripped slowly from the cutting board, looking almost as if the person in charge’s heart was bleeding–

This chopping! It’s a waste even for feeding pigs!

He couldn’t stand it any longer and quickly reached out:

“Come on, give me the knife, I’ll do the cutting.”

How could such a good melon be cut like that?

Song Tan: … Ahem, I’m used to it.

Isn’t this how you feed dogs at home? If you cut it too evenly, there’s no fun in it. You have to have pieces of different sizes, watch them carefully choose, weigh the differences, regret their choice only after it’s in their mouth, whimpering and acting spoiled…

Tsk, just goes to show these people seriously don’t understand the fun of raising dogs.

While the person in charge was cutting, she preemptively picked out two uneven pieces and placed them in front of Sanbao and Sibao:

“Come on, who wants this piece?”

Sanbao and Sibao sat in a row, contemplating the two pieces of watermelon with a hard decision to make.

If they chose the big one, maybe later they’d get compensated with an extra piece.

If they chose the small one, what if she doesn’t compensate or the compensation is also small?

Which one’s really the better deal?

The two precious pups were so anxious they hummed and shuffled their front paws back and forth on the ground, clearly in a dilemma.

“Make a choice, quick,” Song Tan urged mischievously, “If you don’t pick soon, I’m going to take the rest from that basin and give it to the other dogs.”

But, but which one to choose – big or small? Sanbao and Sibao became frantic!

The next moment, a large dog head barged in beside them, opened its mouth, and in one gulp, swept both pieces of watermelon into its mouth. Then, crunch crunch, it joyously chewed, splashing juice everywhere, and just by listening you could tell it was incredibly sweet.

Song Tan: …

Sanbao and Sibao: …

“Woof woof woof woof woof!!!” They were in a panic!

“Hahahaha… Big King, how could you do this? It’s not nice to snatch things from your younger siblings…”

Big King tilted his head innocently, as though to say: Who asked them to dawdle?

The person in charge, witnessing the whole scene, couldn’t bring himself to continue cutting.

He looked at the evenly cut slices of watermelon he had produced, then at the irregular pieces in the basin…

How, how can dogs eating be this cute!?

Damn it! What had he been missing out on?

Looking back at the watermelon on the cutting board, he made up his mind and started to haphazardly chop without regard for size or uniformity.