Chapter 207 [Poor Dog]
From then on, the little chubby girl seemed to be addicted, always looking for opportunities to get tired of being in Belinger's arms. Coupled with her young age, her sisters did not compete with her, so whenever someone saw Belsinger in her spare time, she always held a chubby girl in her arms.
The two people talked, laughed, and kissed so naturally and harmoniously. More than an hour later, Belinger, who was lying on the recliner with the fat girl in his arms, suddenly smelled the aroma of barbecue.
Turning around, I saw Lina wearing an apron and working at the oven, directing the valet and doing some preparations. The white dining table has been set up, and wine has been placed in shaped wine glasses.
Dinner was about to start, and sure enough, Lina knocked the shovel in her hand next to the barbecue and saw everyone turning around. Then he smiled and waved, and asked everyone to hurry up to the dining table and prepare to enjoy the barbecue food on the beach. It is a great enjoyment to watch the waves rolling on the beach, enjoy the breeze, and eat delicious barbecue.
What's more, there are several women of his own around him, and it feels great to serve him? Because most of the ingredients Belsinger purchases are grown on land. There are vegetables and fruits, and the most popular ones are chicken wings, chicken legs, and mutton. However, these things are a bit inconsistent on land at the seaside. After chewing a piece of mutton leg, Belsinger snapped his fingers.
Not far away stood Brook, a human mule chewing chicken wings. He quickly came behind Belsinger and bent down to wait for the master's instructions. "When I come to the beach, I always feel awkward eating these chickens and sheep. It's not satisfying. Brooke, go to a restaurant in the scenic area. See if there are any fresh seafood for sale. You must be quick to get some."
"Understood, sir, I'll go right away."
Then she spread her legs and ran all the way. At this time, Lina shook her head and smiled bitterly, added a glass of wine to Belsinger, and said with a smile. "The meal is half eaten, why bother with Brooke? I want to eat seafood again, we can't finish it tonight."
Belsinger laughed loudly and said, "Seeing Brooke, he is so fat. Let this kid exercise. Exercise will save you money. How can you protect me in the future when you are so fat that you can't walk? Besides, I really want to eat prawns. What's wrong with crabs? It’s worth the fuss.”
Less than ten minutes later, Brooke, the human mule, came back sweating profusely carrying several black plastic bags. When I came to Belsinger and opened the bag, there were some lively seafood inside, including Pipi shrimps, prawns and crabs. There were even octopuses, the most precious of which were a few squirming abalones, and then he said with a smile to Belsinger.
"Master is really lucky today. The fishing boat from the seaside tourist area just came back half an hour ago. All the seafood is alive and kicking. It's very fresh. It's a good taste today."
After saying that, he wiped his saliva shamelessly. Apart from the chefs at home, Lina could only make the seafood. The ones made by others didn’t taste good and I couldn’t get used to it, so I looked at Lina with a smile and said.
"How about my wife, should I show off my skills? I can't get used to the food made by others, and it's not as delicious as yours. Don't forget to add less salt, otherwise it will be too salty, hahahaha."
Hearing what Bersinger, the husband, said, liking the food you make is the happiest thing for every woman and wife. Although he was very tired, he took the bag with a smile and went to the oven. He put the bag on the table and let the clumsy servants handle these tricky seafood.
In fact, the most difficult thing to deal with is the lively octopus. As for the shelled seafood, just bake it in the oven. It feels great to brush it with seafood sauce and eat the plump and tender shrimp inside.
It's just that grilled seafood should be paired with white wine, when everyone is eating very happily. Suddenly, I heard a whimpering voice coming from the woods nearby, which aroused the alert of the bodyguards. Everyone gathered in a circle to protect the Belsinger family in the middle.
After a while, a chubby black puppy emerged from the bushes in the woods and walked towards a puppy that was still staggering. After seeing people paying attention to him, Xiao Zizi raised his head, his dirty little face looked very pitiful.
Seeing everyone sitting on the ground looking at everyone curiously, and then roaring a few times in a pretending to be a tiger, with a milky voice, he looked very cute.
The moment the little guy appeared, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. It was also in a seaside resort. How could there be any beast? That's not going to kill anyone. The little guy looks like a tiger-headed guy. Although his body is dirty and his hair is messy, the little guy's round eyes are watery.
He looked very pitiful, and he was moaning and groaning, with a shriveled stomach as if he hadn't eaten in several days. At this time, Brooke quietly asked Belinger, frowning and asking. "Sir, do you know the breed of this dog? Why does it look like a young lion? I have never seen such a strong puppy before."
If you put it on an ordinary person, you would definitely not recognize it, because there is no such dog in India. In fact, it stands to reason that this dog is not a dog, but a mastiff. No wonder no one knew him, and what was even more rare was that he actually knew this little black puppy, Belsinger, who smiled and patted Brooke on the shoulder.
Let everyone relax, then walked up to the ground and stroked the puppy's head with his hand, and smiled and raised his head to say to the curious people. "No wonder you don't know this strong puppy, it's not a dog, it's a very brave Ao dog."
"Its name is Tibetan Mastiff, living in the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau north of the Himalayas. This little guy will be amazing when he grows up. He can fight with lions and tigers. The strange thing is how this little guy appeared on the beach in Mumbai."
At this time, the very kind little fat girl squatted on the ground and stroked the dirty little Tibetan mastiff, and said to Belsinger with tears in her eyes. "Brother Bell, now is not to worry about why this Tibetan mastiff you mentioned appeared here, but to get some food for the little guy. Look at him. His stomach is deflated from hunger, his hair is messy, and he is dirty as if he has been malnourished for a long time."
No mistake, one song, one post, one content, one book, one bar!
Unexpectedly, the little girl expressed what everyone should do most now, with the consent of Belsinger. Human meat Rosebrook, with a painful look on his face, took out a half-eaten leg of lamb from his plate and gently placed it in front of the little guy.
If it was placed on an ordinary dog, it would definitely pounce on it voraciously, but the little guy was very stubborn and tilted his head to look at everyone with disdain. This confused everyone. Wasn't the little guy already starving to death? Why didn't he eat the lamb?
Only because of Belsinger's direction, the little guy lived in such a harsh environment on the Qingzhao Plateau, and had already tempered a firm will. Hidden in the bones and blood, except for some yak milk products, the meat the little guy ate was raw, and of course he disdained roasted lamb.