Steamed Bun was a little puppy, a little yellow dog that loved to play. He liked to follow behind his little master and look for opportunities to run in front of his little master. He wagged his tail and raised his head, hoping that his little master would take him out for a walk.
Its favorite thing was to run happily with its little master on the path by the lake. Then, it would jump up and play games with the butterflies flying above the flowers.
However, Steamed Bun still maintained the vigilance of a stray dog. Although she was only a four-month-old female dog, she was still very loyal. When her owners were not at home, she would raise her vigilance and prick her ears to prevent strangers from intruding.
If an unfamiliar car passed by, Steamed Bun, who was lying in front of the house, would stand up, look out the fence, and growl a few times, although there was no sense of threat at all.
On this day, many of his little master's friends came to visit. There were adults, and there were also children. In the end, there was a chubby little girl with a big white dog.
This adult Samoyed was well taken care of. Its fur was fluffy and covered with a layer of soft snow. It was really beautiful! And it was also very obedient. It lay there quietly with its tongue out, like a smiling angel!
Its arrival was immediately welcomed by Xi Xi and the other children. They played with Lan Xin's big dog downstairs.
Steamed Bun was also a newborn puppy that was not afraid of tigers. He was facing a big dog that was more than ten times his size, but he was not afraid at all. He wagged his tail, ran in front of the Samoyed, and sniffed around.
The Samoyed had a gentle personality. Facing the lively Steamed Bun, it only turned its head left and right to look at him. At most, when Steamed Bun stepped on its tail to play, it would reach out a paw and gently pat Steamed Bun's head, as if it was very doting.
However, the Samoyed did not play with Steamed Bun. After all, it was a big dog. It was surrounded by its little master and a group of children, so it did not move around like Steamed Bun. It just sat there obediently, waiting for them to hug it.
The big white dog did not play with Steamed Bun, but Steamed Bun was not angry. He was still cheerfully jumping around, full of energy.
The children ate some of the pastries that Yang Yi brought out, and then chattered away. No one knew what they were talking about, but they actually decided to go to Lan Xin's house to have a look.
Xi Xi, Chen Shiyun, and the other girls were fighting to hold the Samoyed, but no one remembered Steamed Bun. Steamed Bun followed them to the gate of the villa and found that the young master didn't want to take him out to play, so he stopped.
Yang Yi was worried that these children would go out to play by themselves, especially with a large dog. Although it was a docile Samoyed, Yang Yi was still worried. He told the parents to let Murphy continue to accompany them, and then he went out with them.
"Steamed Bun, you have to stay and watch the house. You can't go out to play." Yang Yi saw Steamed Bun pacing back and forth in front of the yard. He didn't have time to take Steamed Bun out. He still had to take care of the five children, so he pointed at the house and said to Steamed Bun.
Steamed Bun didn't understand his master's words, but the loyalty in his bones made him understand his master's meaning. He had to guard the villa. There were so many strangers today, so he couldn't let them steal the house!
Hmph!
Steamed Bun turned his head and ran back to the door of the house. He sat down on his stomach vigilantly.
He really did find some movement. There was a rustling sound coming from the fence in the yard. Steamed Bun turned his head to look.
However, he didn't move because he could smell it. It was one of his own people.
He saw Dodo nimbly crawl out from the fence and look at Steamed Bun with its big blue face.
If it were any other day, Steamed Bun would definitely go up and play with Dodo. But today, he couldn't. Steamed Bun could only watch as Dodo stretched, then nimbly climbed up the tree in the courtyard and squinted his eyes.
Guarding the house was actually a bit boring. Steamed Bun laid at the door for a while before deciding to patrol the house. He could hear the adults chatting in the house.
After circling the living room, Steamed Bun went to the side hall and saw the fish tank on the low table.
"What is this?" If Steamed Bun could speak, he would definitely think this. The fish tank was usually locked with barbed wire, so he didn't have a chance to touch it.
Steamed Bun often saw his little master looking at the things inside. Seeing that the fish tank wasn't guarded, his curiosity surged.
The low table wasn't very tall, and Steamed Bun was gradually growing up. Even though his legs were still very short, he could still jump onto the table.
Steamed Bun looked inside and saw a few small fish swimming around. Steamed Bun wasn't interested in the small fish. He felt that the "rocks" that the small fish were swimming around were a bit interesting.
Cats were afraid of water, but dogs weren't. He curiously extended his paw into the water and poked at the small rockery. Suddenly, a piece of the Dragon Bone Rock fell over, scaring the small goldfish inside. He didn't know if they were scared out of their wits.
Steamed Bun was actually scared by this movement. He quickly retracted his paw and shrunk back. After observing for a while, he didn't find anything strange.
It was a bit boring, but since he was here and Steamed Bun was thirsty, he went over and licked the water in the fish tank.
The taste was strange, but Steamed Bun didn't dislike it. After drinking two mouthfuls, he curled his long tongue and accidentally pulled a small goldfish that was running in a panic into his mouth.
The lively little goldfish gave Steamed Bun a fright. He sneezed and spat out the little goldfish in his mouth.
Perhaps if he spat it out into the fish tank, the little goldfish could still be saved. However, Steamed Bun pulled his head back. The little goldfish was spat out onto the table and lay there on the verge of death. Not long after, it stopped moving.
Steamed Bun tilted his head and observed the little goldfish. He even extended his small paw and poked at it. Perhaps he was still wondering how this thing got out of the fish tank.
"Steamed Bun, what are you doing?" Murphy's voice was suddenly heard. She was going to the kitchen to get some fruit salad. When she passed by the side hall, she saw this scene.
Steamed Bun also turned his head and looked at his mistress. He wagged his tail and ran to her feet and rubbed up to her.
"Goldfish!" After Steamed Bun moved his butt away, Murphy saw the goldfish on the table. She cried out in alarm, "Steamed Bun, what did you do to it!"
Steamed Bun could feel the anxiety in his mistress's voice. He wagged his tail and raised his head with an innocent expression.
You might not believe it, but this fish ran into my mouth by itself.
If Steamed Bun could speak human language, he would definitely explain it to his mistress.
Murphy ran over in a hurry. She carefully picked up the little goldfish and put it back into the fish tank.
But it was too late … The poor little goldfish was already motionless. It floated on the surface of the water with its belly up.
At this moment, Murphy realized that the fish tank was a mess. The fake mountain that she and Yang Yi had spent a long time on was a mess, not to mention the other fake aquatic plants that were all over the place!
The other three little goldfish were fine. They were still alive, but seeing how they were avoiding Murphy in a panic, it seemed like they were quite frightened.
"You might not believe it, but the four of us goldfish brothers were swimming in our own territory when a terrifying head suddenly stretched out. It was like a heavenly dog, swallowing the sky and covering the sun. It swallowed one of our brothers with its tongue …."
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