Some people said that artists were all sentimental people who liked small animals.
Actually, there was no absolute in this saying. However, Wu Hai liked small animals. Looking at the meat and the fat, and his interest in the rice soup and noodles, it was definitely not because he wanted to take this opportunity to have a feast!
"It's not a big one. Just a small one will do. You, Jiawei, and Zhouxi can just come over for a meal." Yuan Zhou answered.
Although Yuan Zhou had seen through Wu Hai's intention, it was obviously an open scheme. The rice was a great contributor and it was inevitable for them to celebrate. As an elder, Wu Hai naturally should be present.
"Alright, I'll prepare a gift then." Wu Hai squatted down and looked at the puppy carefully in excitement.
He didn't touch it because the rice would open its eyes warily and growl in a low voice if he got close to it.
