Her Cultivation Diary-Chapter 156 - . What does the king eat_1

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Song Tan knew that Big White hadn’t become sentient.

But if a dog truly becomes clever, well, that can’t be explained by science, right?

She transformed into a top capitalist:

“Look, day in and day out, you guard these chickens, ducks, silly pigs, and all that—it’s so dull!”

“As a dog, the most important thing is to keep improving yourself. For instance, you have to learn to herd ducks and chickens and make sure to bring them back when it gets dark.”

“If they lay eggs everywhere, you need to urge them to lay in their nests.

“Don’t go running into the road for no reason.”

“Also, these few pigs will need their pen opened in a few days, so they can go running around the rear mountain. Big White, some shepherd dogs can herd hundreds of sheep. You’re so outstanding, surely you can handle a mere five pigs, right?”

She finished this conscience-stricken speech, but when she turned her head, she saw Big White had licked his bowl clean and was now sitting upright listening to her, which moved her deeply:

“How about that? I knew you were so smart, you’d understand!”

Big White’s black eyes stared at her, silent for a long time.

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Only beside them, Big White Goose, who hadn’t succeeded in snagging any food, was flapping its short wings and making a noisy, honking sound, especially clamorous.

Song Tan always felt that Big White was mocking her. So, she pinched back and grabbed the goose’s beak, then picked up Big White by the neck:

“Either you go herd chickens and ducks, or you watch over the ducks—the jobs are right here. It’s up to you two to decide how to divide them.”

Big White’s wings drooped, and its flat, orange-webbed feet dangled—a picture of total defeat, not picking up the conversation at all.

Song Tan: …

She could only say: Not stewing it was the greatest respect she could show Qiaoqiao. Otherwise, she genuinely could have tricked Qiaoqiao into downing three more big bowls with tears.

Just then, a gust of wind blew by, rustling the leaves, and the temperature dropped sharply.

The sky grew more overcast, and from his throat, Big White let out a low “woof,” then raised his head and ambled down towards the foot of the mountain.

In the blink of an eye, Song Tan saw him cross the road, skirt the bamboo grove, and then approach the pond.

From afar, the deep barks of the big dog mixed with the quacking of ducks in the pond and the cheeping of the chickens scattered in the bamboo forest…

Impressive indeed, Big White!

Just as she was feeling pleased, her phone suddenly popped up with a video call.

Song Tan glanced at the name:

Wang Zhen, labeled as [Big White’s previous owner]

Wow, how unusual!

The man hadn’t attempted a video call since giving Big White away a month ago.

Song Tan mulled it over—surely he must be missing Big White.

But she had just planned out Big White’s job allocation. If this guy wanted to take Big White back, ah… she really would hate to see him go!

Her mind was racing, but without hesitation, she answered the video call.

On the screen, a man with a scruffy beard appeared, his eyes red from emotion. He took two deep breaths before managing to ask:

“Where’s Big White?”

For some reason, his voice was even trembling.

Song Tan paid no mind, quickly flipped the camera, and showed him: “He just herded the ducks back. He’s really clever and very affectionate…”

Isn’t that right!

Big White strutted behind with an imposing aura, flapping its wings in front of the geese, leading the ducks and chicks as they scurried out of the bamboo grove, crossed the road, and then headed back toward the hill behind.

Of course, the procession could hardly be called orderly, but whenever one strayed, Big White would follow right behind.

Song Tan couldn’t be more relieved to think that these pigs, chickens, and ducks would ultimately end up on a dining table.

At this moment, she even cherished the thought of showing off:

“How about that? Isn’t it impressively majestic and free? Look, I haven’t treated them badly, have I?”

However, while she was speaking, she suddenly saw the middle-aged man on the other end of the video burst into tears:

“Big White, Big White, it’s Daddy’s fault!”

“It’s Daddy who made you live this kind of life—don’t worry, Daddy will definitely make money!”

“I’m working overtime now, and once I strive to afford a new villa, I’ll definitely bring you back!”

“We’ll eat imported beef and mutton, buy you free-range chickens, feed you the best and most expensive freeze-dried food and dog chow, and get a nutritionist for the fresh meat formula…”

As he spoke, he sobbed uncontrollably, barely able to hold the phone steady, shaking so much that it was quite alarming.

Song Tan really didn’t want to hear this sort of talk.

“No matter how good the Chef is, what matters is what Big White likes! Look how happy it was eating just now!”

She resent the video she had just posted on her social media moments ago, only to see Wang Zhen on the other side instantly hopping mad:

“You’re sending it again! You’re sending it again! I just saw it on your social feed, back home Big White used to eat only steaks, or at least several pounds of dog food that cost over a hundred dollars per pound in one meal.”

“Even cheap chicken breast would do!

He hopped and yelled, all the while sobbing:

“Girl, didn’t you promise me he’d have a good life?”

When he said he’d move to the countryside, he never imagined it would mean doing this kind of work and eating this kind of food!

“Just wait, as soon as I get paid, I’ll buy Big White some dog food. How can you let him eat those things?”

After Wang Zhen sent Big White away, he was partly relieved and partly worried; he didn’t dare to inquire with Song Tan, fearing she’d get impatient.

He just occasionally looked at the updates she posted, silently pondering on the current life of Big White…

Now look, finally there was Big White in the camera, but what was Big White eating out of that shabby enamel basin?

It was clearly leftovers, and Big White was eating so eagerly, clearly showing that the poor thing was starving…

This was his precious Big White!

The collapse happened in an instant, and finally, Wang Zhen couldn’t bear it anymore—no matter the cost, he couldn’t let Big White live such a humble life!

But before he could voice his accusations, there was Big White leading the chickens, ducks, and geese again.

That big white goose wasn’t much to look at, why was it leading the procession?

Fierce and aggressive, it made Big White look like a laborer from a landlord’s household, both honest and pitiful.

In the past, Big White was led by a handsome camouflage-patterned leash as they walked through the village, garnering envious gazes from everyone.

Now, it’s come to this, how could he not be heartbroken?!

The big man cried so miserably, Song Tan was stunned for a moment before she realized, and then quickly explained:

“Don’t worry, he usually eats dog food, not leftovers.”

“You don’t have to spend any money, since I’m raising him, I have the means to feed him well.”

“The leftovers just now were purely a treat.”

However, Wang Zhen simply didn’t believe her—leading chickens and ducks around, how could Big White possibly have a good life?

His gaze followed Big White’s figure, and he looked as pitiful as one could imagine.