Chapter 67

Although Zhang Chenlin felt that the name "Hot Pot" was not very suitable for a dog, it was after all Jiang Ping's dog, and the name should be decided by Jiang Ping. Moreover, if he thought about it further, the name had a certain significance, so Zhang Chenlin also nodded and said, "Alright, let's call it Hot Pot!"

The big yellow dog now had a name, and Zhang Chenlin seemed very happy. He squatted down and patted its head, saying, "You have a name now, you'll be called Hot Pot from now on!"

When Zhang Chenlin first touched Hot Pot's head, Jiang Ping was still a bit nervous. However, he soon realized that Hot Pot seemed to have already accepted Zhang Chenlin as one of its own, enjoying her petting. This made Jiang Ping marvel, thinking that Hot Pot was indeed a very intelligent dog, capable of clearly distinguishing who posed a threat and who was a friend.

However, Jiang Ping's attention soon shifted to Zhang Chenlin. Because she was squatting, the uniform that already fit her well tightly hugged her body, fully displaying her graceful curves. From Jiang Ping's perspective, Zhang Chenlin's waist looked particularly slim, and the plump, round buttocks below it made her look especially attractive.

Jiang Ping's previous life was that of an experienced womanizer. Men like him, when appreciating women, always started from the bottom and looked up. Unlike inexperienced young men, Jiang Ping first focused on the other person's waist, hips, and legs. Only experienced men knew that these parts of a woman's body were the most attractive.

Although Zhang Chenlin was squatting and Jiang Ping couldn't see her legs, he noticed that her waist and buttocks were proportionate and nearly perfect, exactly the type he appreciated.

Jiang Ping's gaze wandered back and forth over Zhang Chenlin's slim waist and shapely buttocks, and he couldn't help but mutter to himself, "This little waist and butt are really quite nice. If she were to gently twist... tsk tsk!"

"Ah, no good!" Just as Jiang Ping was lost in thought, Zhang Chenlin suddenly let out a cry of alarm, startling him.

Jiang Ping quickly averted his eyes, putting on a serious expression and asking softly, "What's wrong?"

"Hot Pot is injured!" Zhang Chenlin pointed to a wound on Hot Pot's shoulder, saying anxiously, "It's still bleeding!"

Jiang Ping now understood why Zhang Chenlin was so worried. He shrugged indifferently and said, "It might have been injured when it was caught. It's fine, it will heal in a few days!"

Animals have much stronger vitality than humans. Since Hot Pot now had a stable living environment, Jiang Ping believed that its wound would heal soon.

However, Zhang Chenlin didn't think so. She glared at Jiang Ping and said, "That won't do. Wait here, I'll get some bandages to dress Hot Pot's wound!"

"Wait, no need..." Although Jiang Ping tried to stop her, Zhang Chenlin didn't listen and ran upstairs.

Soon, Zhang Chenlin returned with bottles and jars. She first washed the blood from Hot Pot's fur with water, cutting off the parts that couldn't be cleaned. Then she disinfected the wound with iodine and carefully bandaged it with gauze. Her love for beauty also showed as she even tied a bow with the gauze.

The very intelligent Hot Pot seemed to know that Zhang Chenlin was doing this for its own good. It lay still, allowing Zhang Chenlin to treat its wound, a stark contrast to its fierce appearance at the dog meat restaurant.

Although Jiang Ping was somewhat dismissive of Zhang Chenlin bandaging Hot Pot's wound, he watched her with great interest. A significant reason was that Zhang Chenlin had to squat to bandage Hot Pot, allowing Jiang Ping to admire her beautiful waist and buttocks.

Moreover, through this, Jiang Ping realized that Zhang Chenlin was a very kind-hearted girl. Watching a kind and beautiful girl work diligently was a pleasant experience for him.

After bandaging Hot Pot, Zhang Chenlin stood up, satisfied, and said to Jiang Ping, "This way it won't get infected. Once the wound heals, I'll give Hot Pot a bath, and it will become a beautiful big dog!"

Jiang Ping smiled at Zhang Chenlin and said, "Thank you for bandaging Hot Pot's wound."

"It's no problem, I've always liked small animals," Zhang Chenlin smiled at Jiang Ping. "And I'm a bit scared living alone at night, so it's much better now that Hot Pot is with me!"

Seeing Zhang Chenlin's bright smile, Jiang Ping couldn't help but say, "If you're really scared at night, I can stay over to keep you company!"

Jiang Ping had a habit from his previous life of being smooth with beautiful women, and although he had somewhat restrained himself in this life, he still couldn't help but blurt out such words at times.

Upon hearing Jiang Ping's words, a thin layer of red clouded Zhang Chenlin's face, and she couldn't help but show a look of embarrassment and annoyance. However, she was a gentle and introverted girl, and although she was somewhat displeased with Jiang Ping's words, she didn't have the courage to express it openly. She just shook her head lightly and said, "No... no, it's fine, having Hot Pot with me is enough!"

Jiang Ping realized that his joke had made Zhang Chenlin uncomfortable, so he deliberately put on a hurt expression and said, "Ah, I never thought that in your eyes, I'm not even as good as Hot Pot!"

Zhang Chenlin was indeed a bit embarrassed at first, but after hearing Jiang Ping's words, she couldn't help but laugh. The slight tension in the air immediately dissipated.

Zhang Chenlin's lunch break was short, so after bandaging Hot Pot's wound, she went back to her room to eat. Jiang Ping rode his bike out and bought two large bags of dog food from the nearest pet store. Since he had decided to keep Hot Pot, he had to take responsibility for its food and water, which was the duty of an owner.

Hot Pot quickly adapted to its new life. During the day, it stayed by Jiang Ping's side while he worked as a carpenter. At night, when Jiang Ping returned home, Hot Pot would accompany him to the entrance of Huahua Alley and then go back on its own. For its toileting needs, Hot Pot would go out through a dog hole on its own. Jiang Ping only needed to feed Hot Pot two meals of dog food a day and ensure it had clean drinking water, which didn't require much effort.

A few days passed, and it was the weekend again. Jiang Ping went to the antique street as usual to look for items to buy, planning to sell the remaining two Jiajing Tongbao mother coins.

After multiple experiments, Jiang Ping found that even when he concentrated and used his discerning eye without seeing anything, it still consumed some spiritual energy. The two Jiajing Tongbao mother coins had their spiritual energy completely depleted in this way, and he no longer had any use for them.

Of course, Jiang Ping also planned to spend more time on the antique street, hoping to find items that would be profitable. However, his luck wasn't good this time, and he didn't find any suitable antiques, which left him somewhat disappointed.

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