Feimas has two questions that cannot be understood. Even if cute pets do not regard cats and dogs as life, they are at least tools for making money. Why don’t they even feed them? In addition, shouldn’t adult female dogs as fertility tools be given priority to ensuring their health?

However, from the conversation between Lao Zheng and his young employees, he roughly guessed some of the reasons.

As a chef in charge of pet food, Lao Zheng does not participate in sales commissions. He is probably just a temporary worker and does not have year-end bonuses and other benefits. Since this is the case, it is better to deduct some food funds and put them in his pocket. Even if he can't get cash, he can at least eat the few whole chickens prepared for these dogs by himself, leaving only the chicken head and butts behind and throw them into the white porridge. No one will find out anyway, so what if he finds it?

Several adult female dogs were almost hungry. Their teeth could only eat liquid food, but only the residue from the bottom of the pot came.

Lao Zheng knocked the rice spoon on the cage, and a little white porridge dipped on the spoon was knocked into the cage. The female dog, who had been still and still, struggled to stand up and greedily licked the cold porridge residue.

"Don't look at me like this. I'm for your own good. The porridge residue at the bottom of the pot is the most nutritious. I've kept it for you." Lao Zheng murmured to himself.

At this moment, Feimas wanted to return to the wilderness of the world of Heart Eyes. There was no king's law, the mountains were high and the emperor was far away, and there was a little superstitious world. It and Laocha could take action openly and take care of the unfair things in the world without worrying about causing trouble for themselves.

The puppy in a cage suddenly became noisy, attracting Feimas's attention.

Five puppies were crowded in a cage, with dry and hard feces everywhere. The five puppies pushed each other, as if they were fighting for something.

Feimas' eyesight at night is not as good as Lao Cha. It doesn't see clearly, but Lao Cha sees it clearly. The puppies are competing for a few chicken bones, which are thrown into the porridge by young employees. There is no meat on the chicken bones, and they are all gnawed clean. There may be only one or two pieces of meat and the bone marrow in the bones, but even so, it has an indescribable attraction to the puppies who drink white porridge all day.

But they were too small, and some chicken bones had broken, revealing sharp black stubble, which would likely pierce their throats. Lao Cha picked up a small stone from the ground, bending his claws and popped it out, accurately passing through the wire in the cage, hitting the chicken bones.

The chicken bones fell out of the cage, and the puppies squeezed against the cage in disappointment, trying their best to stick out their arms, trying to pick up the chicken bones.

Lao Cha's blow was quite powerful, and the stone collided with the chicken bones and made a crisp sound.

"Who is there?" Lao Zheng opened his eyes wide and looked at the darkness where the light could not be shined.

He couldn't see anything clearly, but because he couldn't see clearly, his imagination could breed freely, as if some terrible monsters were squatting in the darkness.

He held the long-handled rice spoon in his hand as a weapon, and walked over with courage and carefulness. He found that there was nothing there and knew that he was a false alarm, so he felt relieved.

Lao Cha succeeded with a blow and winked at Feimas, and the two quietly squeezed out from under the weaving cloth. Of course, they were not afraid of such a chef who bullies the weak and is afraid of the strong, but the real purpose of this trip has not been completed yet and cannot be easily exposed.

They are not familiar with the farm, and Lao Zheng obviously wants to feed all his pets supper. As long as he follows him quietly, he can save the trouble he finds himself.

Lao Zheng pushed the empty dining car back to the kitchen. After a while, he pushed the dining car out again. The dining car contained a pack of bulk cat food, no packaging box or brand.

Feimas felt that the taste of cat food was a bit familiar. Think about it carefully. Last time when he went to the dog market with Zhang Zi'an, he saw someone selling bulk cat food on the roadside. The price was so cheap that it was outrageously popular and there were quite a few people buying it. It should be this kind of cat food.

Lao Zheng, who was walking forward, did not notice that there was a cat and a dog following him quietly in the shadow.

He lifted the woven fabric curtain and pushed the cart into another ceiling.

Similar to the previous ceiling, there are many iron cages placed under this ceiling. The difference is that cats are kept here, including common English shorts, American shorts and Siamese, two or three or even three or four in one cage.

Lao Zheng still used a long-handled spoon to scoop up the granular cat food and sprinkle it into the cage at will, allowing the half-large kittens to compete for it.

Feimas and Laocha came in from under the weaving cloth and saw a more shocking scene than before.

A female who could not see her original appearance was lying in a cage, with the breast organs on her chest and abdomen swollen like small steamed buns. Several small cats who were just under term were curled up under its belly, sucking the almost dry cat milk desperately. Only by continuously fertilizing and breastfeeding and without any rest and recovery time will the female cat become like this.

What's even more terrifying is that a cold and lifeless organ fell out from its legs. It was its uterus for breeding life. It must have seriously destroyed its breeding system and may have been the last time. Feimas and Laocha were unwilling to think about what kind of consequence it would face if it lost its value.

When passing by the female cat, Lao Zheng poked into the cage with the handle of a long spoon and poked it. Seeing that the female cat was still reacting, he moved his body slightly and pushed the cart away from the ceiling.

"Old Tea..." Feimas wanted to speak but stopped.

Lao Cha waved his head gently, "Femas, I know what you said, but if you can't bear it, you will be in trouble."

Feimas knew that Lao Cha was right, but it was just unbearable to swallow its anger. In terms of cultivation, it was much worse than Lao Cha.

They continued to follow Lao Zheng quietly, using shadows and corners to hide their bodies.

"Is it Lao Zheng?"

"Hey? What's the matter?"

A door suddenly opened and someone walked out with a few black garbage bags.

"Help me throw these dead cats and dogs into the garbage disposal site in the backyard." The man threw the black garbage bag onto the dining cart that Lao Zheng was pushing. Several cubes of messy and dirty hair were exposed in the garbage bag, and a claw drooped from the mouth of the bag weakly. The smell of rotten quietly spread in the air.

"Why don't you throw it away yourself?" Lao Zheng said dissatisfied.

"Oh, aren't you doing this by the way? I'm going to throw it away and I'm going to wear a coat." The man pushed Lao Zheng's shoulder without saying a word, "Lao Zheng, you'll be stung. I'll treat you to drink afterwards."

"Drink! How many times have you said it? When did you really invite it? You would just ask it out loud!" Lao Zheng complained.

"Tsk, I've been delayed in something before. I really asked you this time, so I'll throw it away for me!" The man turned around and entered the house without waiting for Lao Zheng to say anything.

"Fuck! It's so dirty!" Old Zheng glanced at the black garbage bag in disgust, "Everyone is so lazy, they will use me!"

He was dissatisfied, but he couldn't refuse. He cursed and was about to push the cart away when the man came out of the house again, "Old Zheng, wait!"

"What else?" Lao Zheng asked angrily, "What else has you said in one go?"

The man held a small box in his hand and smiled, "I almost forgot. I will send this medicine to them again and be careful not to break it. It's full of glass bottles! This medicine is quite expensive!"

When Lao Zheng heard that it was a tricky job, he immediately retreated and said, "You send the expensive things yourself, I don't care!"

"Oh, Lao Zheng, it's not that serious. As long as you don't deliberately throw it, the medicine bottle will not break, and there is something inside to cushion." The man forced the small box into Lao Zheng's dining car. Lao Zheng tried every means to obstruct it, but still failed.

"Why are you like this?" Lao Zheng said anxiously.

The man took out a cigarette and handed it to him, "Oh, Lao Zheng, please help me, I'm really too lazy to go there again."

Lao Zheng stared at the remaining smoke.

"Okay, give it to you all."

The man gave him the whole bag of cigarettes helplessly, and then Lao Zheng smiled, "Who are you for?"

"Zhang Wanguo and the others." The man raised his hand and pointed to the deeper part of the farm.
Chapter completed!