Chapter 727 Concubine! ja!
Gordon finally understood, "You mean, Pig Pork suddenly and for no reason gave Dianthus a very precious gift, and Dianthus felt embarrassed, so he didn't accept it but sent it back?"
“It’s not just that I’m embarrassed.” Hayata said helplessly: “It’s that this kind of behavior itself can easily make unfamiliar girls feel disgusted.
Especially for the relatively independent type of Dianthus, it may have a good impression of pork chop, but it’s hard to say. "
Feng Ying quietly raised her hand, "How about asking Xianglan what Dianthus would think after receiving the gift? After all, they are biological sisters, so they know better than us, right?"
Feng Ying rarely came up with a good idea, and everyone looked at Xiang Lan.
Pandan was secretly putting her little paws into the pot, trying to fish out a piece of rock dragon tail. As a result, the meat pad was burned by the soup, and she retracted her paws with a "Meow!"
Gordon took a spoon and put a piece of it on the plate in front of it, and asked: "So, what do you think your sister will think when she suddenly receives a big gift?"
“Meow? My sister, meow?” Xianglan licked her paws and thought for a while, “I guess you think pork chop is disgusting, meow?”
“Ouch, disgusting meow?!” Zhupa looked like he had been struck by lightning.
Xianglan rubbed some more delicious soup with her paw and continued to lick it, "Because my sister is also a very cute cat, with a good personality and a decent job, and there are many cats pursuing her.
My sister told me that I should be wary of cats with unwarranted good intentions and cats who are attentive when they have nothing to do. They are either bad guys or perverts. "
Everyone fell into silence, and the pork chop seemed to be petrified.
“Well, I have to say, what this Miss Shizhu said is quite reasonable.” An Xil smiled dryly and patted Pork Chop’s stiff back, “You are very precise in hitting the minefield.”
Hayata didn’t know what to say. She was hesitating whether to return the bottle of Mutiangli wine to Pig Chop and have a good drink.
Feng Ying served herself a piece of rock dragon tail.
Only Gordon was conscientiously consoling him. He rubbed his chin and said, "I think you might still have a chance."
Pork Chop turned his neck and looked at him.
Gordon racked his brains to sort out his words, "First of all, you have to be confident. You are a high-quality Ellu, and your appearance is considered lovable among your kind, right?"
"That's right, meow." Xianglan commented objectively, "It's a pity that there is a scar on her forehead, which disfigures me."
Hayata pinched Pandan's mouth again to prevent this guy from continuing to hit Pork Chop intentionally or unintentionally. At the same time, her thoughts were opened by Gordon, "We Pork Chop are hunting cats, and the few scars are a symbol of battles. , not in the way."
Perhaps praise is more effective than alcohol?
Gordon continued, "And look, you are tall and strong. There aren't many Elu who are taller than you, right? Not to mention your strength, there aren't many in the entire East Doruma who are stronger than you." Hunting cat.
Also good at cooking, emergency medical care, bomb design, and even alchemy, how many Ailu can be compared with you? "
Ancier joined in, "One thing to say, I have never seen a better Ellu than Pork Chop, and your record will scare people to death."
Feng Ying, who was competing with Yan Longwei, also gave a thumbs up.
Hayata held Pandan's head and rubbed it for a while. The latter finally gave in and muttered: "Good meow, good meow. I just said it too exaggeratedly."
The cat should not be disgusted by anything. If the cat makes her sister feel disgusted, she will throw the gift away instead of sending it back. "
“Meow?” Zhupa’s ears twitched.
“Listen to me and take it step by step.”
Gordon’s idea is more straightforward.
“Ancil’s new armor will probably have to wait for a while. Everyone has nothing to do recently, right? How about we go to Lockark?”
Pork Chop finally regained his energy.
His previous depression was not just due to broken love, but more due to self-doubt.
Pork Chop is not the kind of cat with a tough nature. It can even be said to be a little timid and unconfident. When he first met Gordon, he would be frightened even by people who looked more fierce.
The hunting experience of these years has made it grow rapidly. The timidity it once had has long disappeared. It is even a little bit exaggerated. To use an exaggeration, it even thought of the name of the child at the moment when it sent the gift.
However, Dianthus' polite but indifferent response made it flop back to the ground. It began to reflect on itself, seriously reflected, further reflected, over-reflected, and then withered.
It was the compliments from his companions and Hayata's "female psychology analysis" that pulled him back from his declining mood. It wasn't that he was too cheerful, it was just that his method was stupid.
The next one should be considered a high-quality cat!
After regaining his mood, Pork Chop proposed to cancel the trip to Lockark because he knew that Ancil still had some things to do in East Doruma.
It has regained its self-identity. It is no longer necessary to take a special trip to the dusty city. It is not a bad idea to start with communication.
But Gordon still didn’t plan to cancel this trip. Not only did Pork Chop, Pandan also missed her sister, it would be nice to treat it as a long-lost vacation and relax.
As for what Ancil had to deal with, it wasn’t really a problem. In short, his sister, Ms. Jessica, sent a waiter to the door.
It means to let him go home, well, I mean the big house, not the "little house" he bought with his own pocket money.
Anhil was a little too lazy to go back at first, but considering his prodigal behavior of sending bills home from time to time, he had no choice but to hold his nose and admit it.
Ms. Jessica is very particular about rituals. She sent invitations to her brother’s friends, including cats and dogs, by delivering invitations.
Gordon, who had nothing to do and was alone, did not refuse, and Feng Ying was even more looking forward to it. She was deeply impressed by the "Stirling House Family Banquet" she tasted when she first arrived in East Doruma a few years ago.
Having a meal is a good civilization!
That evening, everyone in the Silverborder Hunting Group dressed in "hunter's formal attire", that is, armor, went to the Sterling Mansion for a banquet.
Feng Ying was very happy along the way. When she approached the door of the Sterling family mansion, the familiar laughter that greeted her made her stop.
“Yo **** ho ho—! Idiot Feng Ying! I finally caught you on my territory!”
Feng Ying: “.”
The fist is hard.
Gordon and the others looked at Feng Ying's expressions of resistance with some amusement.
The young girl in a gorgeous dress, with golden curly hair that shone in the night sky, ran up to Feng Ying with her skirt in hand.
There was no hand-holding or hug that normal best friends should have when they meet again after a long separation. The girl came to a stop two or three steps in front of Feng Ying and looked at the latter several times.
Hunting her mouth with the back of her hand, she pointed the small fan in her other hand at the prison wolf dragon headdress on Feng Ying's head, and burst into sharp laughter again.
“Yo **** ho ho—! The short winter melon has completely stopped growing? Are you already using this kind of headdress to cover up your height?”
Feng Ying's forehead veins were pulsing. The identity of the other party was not important to her. She strode up, grabbed the girl's slender arms and waist, and tripped her down to the ground.
(End of this chapter)