The wicked sister-in-law is in charge; meals include fish and shrimp.

Chapter 232 I'm Greedy

"When are you going to take me to Mangshan?!"

Wolf Batian tugged at her skirt, and Wen Luozhi glared at him, grabbing him by the scruff of his neck and dragging him into the room where he was.

Once inside, she tossed Wolf Overlord on the ground and glared at it, saying, "Have you forgotten what I told you at home?"

Wolf Batian, feeling a little guilty, got up and sat down, wagging its tail ingratiatingly. At home, it had said it was worried that Mo Li would throw a tantrum and want to come along.

They also promised that they wouldn't wander around or scare anyone when they came to the restaurant.

Actually, half of it wanted to eat something delicious!

Homemade diet meals are not appetizing at all; even though there's meat, it doesn't taste very good and can't compare to the flavorful meals at restaurants.

"Hehe, I just checked the restaurant and there was no one there! Besides, what am I doing running out here alone?"

"So what if people see it?"

Wen Luozhi: "So what? So what? Tell me what happened!"

She raised her hand and slapped Lang Batian on the head, gritting her teeth as she said, "You scared the person away, are you going to compensate me for the money?!"

The important thing is that not everyone will think it's a dog; although it's a bit chubby, its snout is still a bit pointed.

Sometimes they also sell game like pheasants or rabbits. What if you accidentally run into one?

Wolf Overlord wasn't afraid of her attacking at all, hehe! The force was just right, leaving her stunned but not brain-damaged.

It changed position, and when Wen Luozhi's slap came down again, it hit its back.

It comfortably squinted its eyes, and Wen Luozhi felt a numbness in her palm and kicked it in the butt in anger.

"Get out! Get out! Stay put!"

"I'll take you there when you've lost weight to my satisfaction."

"Or you can be a big fat dog for the rest of your life!"

As she stepped outside, she remembered seeing a pug at the pet store that was on a diet. She wondered if she could make some diet supplements for it.

Otherwise, if you let it run around in the mountains, it will only go for three days and then rest for two, and it will not lose weight but will have a bigger appetite. As soon as it comes back, it will complain of being hungry.

Wolf Overlord paced around the room, bored, and finished eating the pastries on the table.

It tried to open the door, but found it was locked from the outside.

With a quick glance, it pushed a chair to the window and opened it. The blue sky and white clouds outside made its heart itch, and there was a sweet smell in the wind.

It sniffed hard, and the sweet smell seemed to be wafting from the other side.

Qian San'er was having a snack inside. He had spent a lot of time and effort finding a skilled pastry chef these past few days.

The food tasted pretty good, but it was mostly old-fashioned pastries with nothing new.

Feeling stuffy inside, he opened the window to let in some fresh air. When Wolf Overlord saw the window across the street move, he quickly pulled his head back inside.

When there was no more movement, it poked its head out again and saw a man eating something on the other side.

suck~

It sucked in its saliva, its eyes fixed longingly on the pastries in Qian San'er's hand.

Because it's trying to lose weight, it can't touch any desserts at home; otherwise, those wouldn't even catch its eye.

Qian San'er seemed to have eaten enough, wiped his mouth, got up and went downstairs.

Seeing his chance, Lang Batian jumped onto the windowsill and landed steadily on the opposite windowsill.

It jumped onto the table, curled its tongue around two pastries, chewed them, and then couldn't help but grin.

The taste is just so-so, far inferior to what we have at home, not even enough to satisfy a craving.

There was a delicious smell coming from downstairs, so it swaggered over, opened the door, and darted out.

Unlike in your own restaurant, where you have to be careful inside because there are people upstairs and downstairs outside.

During its half-day off, only a few people come and go, so avoiding them is no problem at all.

It traveled smoothly all the way, and the new pastries were just baked when it arrived at the kitchen.

In the short time it took the master chef to turn around, Wolf Overlord had already darted over and taken a bite of a pastry.

Just as it was enjoying its meal, the master chef suddenly remembered that he hadn't drizzled osmanthus honey on his osmanthus cake.

He turned around with the jar in his hand and suddenly saw a big guy stealing food in front of the stove.

"Oh dear! Oh dear! This is terrible!" he cried, and the gatekeeper rushed in.

Seeing such a fat and huge white dog, the group almost fainted.

"What are you waiting for! Grab it now!"

Qian San'er came running when he heard the noise, his beard bristling and eyes wide with anger. He had bought the best of everything, but it had all been ruined by a dog!

Isn't that infuriating?! And the thing is, this dog looks so familiar!

He remembered! This dog belonged to the neighbor! Last time, it stepped on him, making a fool of itself in front of the onlookers outside.

That dog belongs to that blonde girl! There's just no way to get rid of it.

Hmph, this dog looks so fat, it must have a lot of meat. He just doesn't know what to eat, so eating some dog meat to nourish his body is a good idea!

Two gatekeepers brandished sticks and stepped forward. Qian San'er yelled again, "Don't beat him to death! Dead dog meat doesn't taste good!"

Wolf Overlord calmly swallowed the osmanthus cake, choking so much that his neck stretched out.

Oh my god, no wonder business is bad. If you eat this thing too fast, it'll kill you.

People rushed towards him, and he dodged them left and right until they were exhausted and collapsed on the ground, panting heavily.

Just like last time, Lang Batian forcefully tackled Qian San'er to the ground.

But this time it got playful and turned around, sitting right on Qian San'er's face.

Qian San'er felt disgusted. He reached out to push the dog off him but couldn't. He tried to curse but his mouth was gagged.

Feeling as if the hair on his buttocks was covered in saliva, Wolf Batian quickly got up, rubbed it disgustedly on Qian San'er's clothes, and then darted away.

It naturally didn't run outside, but instead ran upstairs and jumped out of the window to the upper floor of Baiweizhai, just like it had done when it came over.

It closed the window, pushed the chair back to its original position, and lay down on the carpet that Wen Luozhi had laid out for it, pretending to sleep, as if nothing had happened.

"Wen Luozhi! You come out here!"

Qian San'er arrived with his men, looking very aggressive, and started yelling even before entering the door.

"Everyone, be the judge! This beast raised by the shop owner has stolen and eaten all the pastries in my shop!"

"My poor freshly baked pastries! That big dog ruined them!"

"How am I supposed to do business?! This is leaving me no way to survive!"

As the saying goes, good news doesn't travel far, but bad news travels fast; even something that happens in the middle of the day will eventually be known to most people.

At this moment, everyone was getting bored while eating, and a little excitement would make their meal more enjoyable.

Everyone started asking questions all at once, with Qian San'er and the two gatekeepers adding their own embellishments.

When Wen Luozhi arrived, Qian San'er puffed out his chest and said, "Boss Wen! That beast of yours ate all the pastries in my shop! You have to give me an explanation!"

Wen Luozhi's heart skipped a beat, but she remained outwardly calm. "What beast? Boss Qian, don't talk nonsense."

Qian San'er closed his fan and began to recount what had just happened in the kitchen.

Wen Luozhi smiled faintly, but in her heart she had already cursed Lang Batian five, six, seven, or eight times.