The little black dog that grandpa liked was still short and strong, but now standing next to the God of War, it looks like a little donkey.
Song Yu whistled: "Wow, this horse is beautiful, a hot-blooded horse, right?"
"Well, of course it's a hot-blooded horse that's going to participate in horse racing."
Grandpa came in with a large bowl of food. Wen Qiao asked, "It's only been a month, and the God of War has grown to this size?"
Grandpa snorted, "Don't you see what it eats every day? I, Brother Yan, feed it every day according to the recipe you gave me. One day's food expenses are equivalent to my food expenses for a week. How can this guy not grow strong?"
Wen Qiao smiled and said, "If the God of War wins the award, then this medal will have half of your honor, Grandpa."
"Oh, this little thing has a very fierce temper. Can you subdue it?"
Wen Qiao patted the horse's belly gently and looked at Song Yu: "I'll lead it to an open space, you try it."
Wen Qiao and his grandfather took a helmet and put it on Song Yu.
The two of them went to a nearby open space, and Xiao Yin followed them. Grandpa Su looked worried: "This horse is very fierce, Qiao Qiao, why did you let a girl go up to tame it? She will definitely get hurt if she falls down."
Song Yu held the reins, and Wen Qiao said, "Ride slower."
Song Yu gently touched the head of the God of War: "I know what's going on, don't worry." Then he put on the helmet and fastened the buttons under his neck.
Then he grabbed the reins, turned over neatly, and got on the horse.
Xiao Yin clapped her hands: "Sister is so awesome."
Just imagine how embarrassing it must have been for him to step on the stone table and climb up when he was getting on the horse.
Mr. Su was very worried: "Look, this horse is about to lose its temper."
The God of War's horse hooves gently stepped on the grass and made a circle on the spot.
Song Yu grabbed the reins, then gently tightened the horse's back, and gave a soft "shout". The God of War slowly started running on the grass.
The old man was worried: "You are running too fast, Qiao Qiao, don't hurt your classmates."
Wen Qiao said calmly, "Don't worry, she knows her limits."
Xiao Yin looked at the sister riding on the horse with shining eyes, looking so heroic. This was the scene of his dreams, and he would definitely be able to do it in the future.
The God of War ran faster and faster, and soon reached the embankment. Even from a distance, Wen Qiao could feel that he was running very fast. She was also a little worried that Song Yu ran so fast on his first time on a horse, and she was afraid that the God of War would kick the horse.
In the distance, they saw Song Yu turning his horse around and coming back, galloping like lightning. Song Yu held the reins, and the god of war's iron hooves clanged as he ran to them on the green grass.
Song Yu pulled the reins and the God of War stopped.
Xiao Yin jumped up and clapped: "Sister is so awesome."
Song Yu got off the horse gracefully, his eyes sparkling: "Wen Qiao, your horse is a good one. Where did you buy it at such a high price?"
Wen Qiao took the reins and touched the God of War's head. The God of War was very docile and even butted his head to Wen Qiao.
Old Master Su was puzzled. How could this thing be so obedient in the hands of Qiao Qiao and the little girl? Could it be that this thing is human-like and only treats little girls well
Wen Qiao smiled and said, "Do you know anything about horses?"
Wen Qiao didn't know much about Song Yu's family background. Song Yu smiled and said, "My father has two horses in the equestrian club. I have always been able to ride horses and I know a little about horses."
Wen Qiao raised her eyebrows. Being able to raise horses, it seemed that there was another rich second-generation in her club.
(End of this chapter)