Chapter 917: Trip to Beidu (2)
On January 4th, which was a Saturday, Ruan Jiaojiao had the rare chance to sleep in. She stayed in bed until half past nine in the morning before getting up, and when she came downstairs, she just happened to see Jiaojiao’s dog basket in its mouth, coming in from outside.
Ever since she first took Jiaojiao out, it was as if a new world had been opened to it. It insisted on taking a walk daily at set times. In this matter, it was even more active than the Ruanlin Family; now it had even taken on the chore of buying groceries every day.
The vendors nearby were so fond of it that they would feed it even when it wasn’t buying groceries, giving it a treat as it passed by.
Especially the butcher uncle, who spoiled it with a daily bone. Of course, there was a price to pay; as a token of gratitude, Jiaojiao had to listen to the butcher ramble on about his breeding experiences for nearly half an hour each day.
Jiaojiao initially felt annoyed by this, but perhaps it got used to it over time. After listening each day, it would return home happily with a bone in its mouth.
"Jiaojiao, you’re up. Your meal is still warm, eat up quickly. Your dad and Xiaoxi went to the village," said the Ruanlin Family matriarch, taking the basket from Jiaojiao’s mouth as she spoke to Ruan Jiaojiao.
Ruan Jiaojiao knew that if they had gone to the village, it must have been for restocking. Hearing this, she didn’t ask any further, simply nodded, and started eating her breakfast quietly at the table.
The TV was repeatedly showing "Journey to the West," but Ruan Jiaojiao wasn’t interested. She turned her head and asked her grandmother, "Granny, it’s just over a month until New Year’s. Mom said this year we’re going to Grandpa’s for the celebration."
"I know, your mother and I have discussed it. Your grandmother won’t go. I’ll spend New Year’s with your third uncle instead," said the Ruanlin matriarch, setting aside the freshly picked vegetables in another basket. Jiaojiao, the dog, was gnawing on its bone beside the sofa, crunching loudly. At the mention of New Year’s, Jiaojiao looked up at Ruan Jiaojiao and the Ruanlin matriarch.