Van is really good at what he does.
From the moment he appeared, Vanni’s position was instantly reduced to that of an assistant, watching him take the dogs one by one into the bathroom, wash them one by one, bring them out of the bathroom, hand them over to her and show her how to dry their fur.
He washed one and she dried the other, the two of them working in perfect harmony.
In half a day’s work, all four puppies, plus their mother, were clean, blow-dried and lying on the floor, squinting and stretching comfortably.
“Ah-choo.”
Fanny suddenly sneezed and reached up to rub her nose, suddenly remembering that she had gotten wet by Hachi and had actually forgotten to change her clothes.
It had been worn for so long that it was almost dry.
One seemed to have caught a chill too
I was so busy blowing the dog’s fur that I didn’t notice, but now that I’ve stopped, there’s a sudden chill coming over me.
Remembering that Fanfan was still there, Fanny was worried that she would be scolded, so she subconsciously pretended that nothing had happened and reached out to pick up Little Twelve, who was lying on the floor.
Stroking its little head, she looked at Vanni with a smile.
“I didn’t expect them to look so good when they’re cleaned up, and you said it had such special fur, did it look like a little fox”
“By the way, I forgot to ask, why did you suddenly come over”
“Thanks for your help, Hachi and the puppies are all washed, you can go first if you have something to do”
Fanny hadn’t finished her last sentence when a jacket had been placed over her head.
She was startled as her eyes went black.
Fumbling around, she pulled the jacket off her head and found that it was Vanni’s jacket.
On the jacket, there was still his body heat.
The Vanni was stunned, jacket in hand, and looked up at him dumbly.
She met his sullen eyes and was unable to speak for a moment.
“Get dressed, go take a hot bath and I’ll cook you a bowl of ginger soup.” Fanfan said in a low voice, a hint of self-condemnation swept across the bottom of his eyes.
Like he was blaming himself for being careless and not noticing at first that the clothes on her body were wet.
“I don’t actually feel bad.” Vanni muttered as she stared at his back.
Just as she finished, she sneezed again.
This time, without waiting for Van to turn around and look at her, she had already turned around quickly and gone back to her room.
When she came out after a shower and a change of clothes, all that was left in the living room were the five dogs skulking around like kings patrolling their borders.
On the dining table, there was still a bowl of hot ginger soup.
There appeared to be a note pressed under the bowl.
Fanny stepped forward, pulled the note out and scanned it.
It was Vanni’s writing.
He had practised good calligraphy since he was a child following Fanny, and the penmanship on it, written in a very brush-like manner, flew in the air.
There was only one simple sentence to drink all the ginger soup.
A tone of voice that does not tolerate.
“So mean.” Fanny spat out her tongue and lifted the ginger soup in front of her.
She didn’t like the taste of ginger, always thinking it tasted exactly like some kind of herbal recipe, and Fanny knew she didn’t like it, which was why she had purposely left her such a note.
Fanny pinched her nose and took a sip.
It was hard to spit out her tongue.
Unable to stand the taste, she turned her head and searched around the living room and finally the kitchen to make sure Fanny had gone, and a glint of loss swept across her eyes.
When she stared at the ginger soup in her hand, she suddenly felt a touch more resentful, taking just one sip, pretending she had finished it, putting the bowl in the sink and adding water
