Her Cultivation Diary-Chapter 1124 - 1100. Paid photography

A large group of people came over, Da Wang stood there steadily, and finally tilted his head.

In the past, when he was with his original owner, he often wore collars around his neck, either in camouflage or spiked styles, leather, metal... always looking cool and fierce.

Now living with the Song Family, there’s no villa, just a simple big dog house in the backyard, with straw and old clothes on the floor.

As for what he wears around his neck, it’s anything from a small red floral bib to a red scarf that’s been gathering dust for twenty years...

Just one word for it, shabby.

But, shabby big dogs have a charming contrast of cuteness.

For example, at this moment, he tilted his head slightly, making the fans squeal.

"Ahhh! So cute! How can he be so fierce yet so adorable!"

The two girls in front lowered their voices, expressing everyone’s feelings.

Hearing the noise, Song Tan quickly stepped forward: "Da Wang."

"Woof." Da Wang greeted everyone in a low voice.

Lun Chuan and the others also gathered around, their eyes fixed on Da Wang. Whether or not they liked dogs, everyone was amazed by such a big guy.

Da Wang stood taller and prouder—as it’s said, since changing owners, the Song Family doesn’t praise him as much as his previous owner did.

Now, whenever someone sincerely looks at him and shows they like him, he can’t help but become proud, feeling quite pleased with himself!

Song Tan laughed, then turned to Lun Chuan first: "Want a photo? Da Wang can pose with you."

Others only looked with enthusiasm, but Lun Chuan closely observed from top to bottom. His demeanor was clearly very serious, showing that he genuinely liked Da Wang.

Lun Chuan hadn’t thought about taking a photo, but after a pause, he confidently stepped forward: "How about Da Wang sits while I stand next to him?"

This contrast in height differences makes it easier for later creative ideas.

Sure, why not.

Song Tan took a step back: "Talk to him, Da Wang can understand."

With someone taking the first step, the onlookers were also eager to try. Zhu Xin even joked:

"If you hadn’t brought Da Wang over back then to show us how smart and healthy they are, we really couldn’t have adopted so many at once."

"Our Da Wang is quite the representative dog, you know. Do we charge for photos?"

"Yes, we do!" Song Tan said confidently: "Ten bucks each. If you don’t want to pay, just praise him well, then it’s free."

Da Wang stood even taller, scanning the crowd with a piercing gaze, his ears perked up, clearly excited.

"How can we not pay?"

A girl followed closely behind Lun Chuan, looking very sincere: "You should set up a proper QR code for Da Wang to save some pocket money! Look at how pitiful we are, it’s nearly New Year, and he’s not even getting a new bib..."

Another joined in: "Exactly! Da Wang, be good. I can crochet flowers; I’ll make you a big red flower once I get back!"

"Woof!" Da Wang barked, then hummed towards them, acting very coy.

Lun Chuan, who was ready for a photo: ...

He hesitated for a moment, then looked at Da Wang full of expectation. It really felt like facing a child, and he said:

"Well... how about I bring you a scarf later?"

Qin Yunhe was intensely jealous—are we brothers or what? They even called him dad before, yet this indifferent father would give a scarf worth thousands to Da Wang but not them?!

And who uses a cashmere scarf on a dog?!

Song Tan laughed out loud: "No need, Da Wang doesn’t like your light colors..."

Black, white, gray—that’s nothing compared to bright red or purple!

Lun Chuan: ...

He fell silent for a moment, his aesthetic sense repeatedly defeated by the Song Family. He quietly compromised, gently stroking Da Wang’s soft, fluffy ear: "So... in a few days, when I go shopping, I’ll pick out a pretty, bright silk scarf for you."

Da Wang lifted a paw, sitting upright once more, looking majestic.

In such a short amount of time, he hadn’t earned anything from his image rights, but his spirit was filled with an endless stream of compliments.

Da Wang was delighted, his bulky tail swaying, almost sweeping the fallen leaves from the ground.

If not for the firefighters wanting to check on their team’s dogs at Riverside Beach, they could have spent hours taking photos of Da Wang from every angle for their social media.

Thankfully, Zhu Xin and others still remembered their mission this time, sharing half of the bucket of vegetable leaves with Da Wang, and everyone piled into Lao Song’s two maroon three-wheelers, braving the cold wind to the Riverside Beach.

There were no benches in the three-wheelers, so even if the emperor came, he’d have to squat inside.

Song Tan first packed the netizens into the cargo bed, everyone huddled like a truckload of quails, utterly without dignity.

Lun Chuan struggled for a long time and finally pointed to the front:

"I’ve never driven one of these, can I try?"

When a beauty asks, how could Song Tan refuse! Especially since driving this kind of three-wheeler doesn’t require any skill for a man.

"Sure, you drive!" She handed over the keys directly.

The front of the three-wheeler could still fit one, but it wasn’t appropriate, so Song Tan also squatted in the cargo bed.

Squatting with them was Zhang Chen, Wu Lei’s good brother.

He felt a bit uncomfortable following along this time, for a simple reason. novelbuddy-cσ๓

Just, they’re both cousins, how come that gangster called Zhang Yanping gets to sit there playing with phones and computers without working, while Wu Lei has to diligently guard the cattle pen and shovel sheep dung?

Even if it’s about feeding cattle and sheep, wouldn’t actual practice be enough, what experience can be gathered from shoveling dung?

What’s with Song Tan? She looks prettier than all his ex-girlfriends, like a Fairy, yet her heart is anything but, still practicing double standards?

His brother Wu Lei might not be the brightest, but surely this isn’t all he can do!

Thus, while everyone was happily chatting on the tricycle, his silence made him seem out of place. Seeing this, Qin Yun, who was also squatted in the cargo bed, grew curious:

"Brother, are you a fan of Qiaoqiao too? Why don’t you have a sticker on your face?"

Zhang Chen was filled with black lines—what kind of question is that? He’s not meat, why should he be labeled?

He sighed: "I’m not a fan; I’m a friend of Song Tan’s cousin—not the fierce cousin, the other one. I felt bad seeing him stuck in the hometown shoveling cow dung every day, so I came to check on him."

After saying that, he glanced at Song Tan, hinting at a point.

Song Tan: ...??? Why look at me?

She didn’t feel Wu Lei was suffering from shoveling dung at all, and couldn’t comprehend the problem.

Yet, before she could react, Lun Chuan, driving in front, noticed the tone was off and asked:

"Song Tan, your cousin is still young. Can he really settle down to watch over the cattle and sheep?"

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