What did the old woman say? Witch of the Wilderness
His dear goddess Joanna, a witch
"Little thing, what's the matter? You're scared to see a stranger?" It was still a gentle gesture, holding him in his palm. But at this moment, he was frightened by the words just now, and the fear was cold in his bones.
It was that crazy woman who made him so unbearable. That crazy woman is a witch.
And Joanna is actually a witch... So the other pets in the house are real pets... or are other humans cursed
Oh Joanna, my goddess, my master, tell me, what are they
The question fell into her ears, and she just croaked. She thought it was because she was complaining that she was not careful enough and that he was frightened by outsiders, so she couldn't help rubbing his back in a funny way, "Okay, I won't let you see those strangers in the future, okay?"
You're a witch, why can't you see that I'm cursed? talk!
"Don't be angry, will you eat potatoes later? I remember you like potatoes the most!" She still couldn't understand what the quacks were saying. Say something out loud.
He gave up this pointless communication, struggled to jump out of her hand, and returned to the corner of Xiaochi where he never liked to stay.
He didn't want to think of Joanna as a terrifying and hateful woman like a mad woman, but he couldn't help but think about it. The sweetness of the past attachments has become a nightmare, and even the body trembles slightly.
These actions fell in Joanna's eyes. She only felt that little things were really afraid of life. In the future, guests had to be well accommodated. Moreover, the little thing has always been angry and went away quickly, but this time, she was so angry that she refused to pay attention to her. It seems that she is really angry and angry, so I will try potato soup tonight. Will you be angry
Joanna just thinks these actions are very cute, and even the actions in the kitchen are a lot lighter.
When it was time to eat, he was still troubled by heavy thoughts, and she still didn't know what he was thinking, she took him to the dining table as usual, and used the small spoon she used to feed him to spoon a small spoon of thick soup. . She remembered that frogs and other small animals near the water were very afraid of heat, and cool things were the most comfortable, so she blew on the small spoon, making sure it was cold enough to bring it to his mouth, "Come, open your mouth~"
He opened his mouth habitually, and the wonderful taste of the food suddenly filled his entire mouth, but he couldn't croak happily after swallowing it as usual.
This made Joanna a little worried.
"Isn't it delicious?" She is very confident in her cooking skills, and small things have always been very supportive, but this time it was silent, which made her wonder if she had mistaken sugar for salt, and hurriedly spooned it A few mouthfuls of thick soup in your mouth... No, it still tastes good. Could it be that the little thing doesn't like thick soup, but likes chunks of potatoes instead
Joanna scooped another teaspoon, blew it again, and fed it to him.
She didn't notice it, but he did notice that when she was so nervous to try a few sips of thick soup just now, she used the small spoon he licked, and now she feeds it to him after she licked it … He took a sip of the thick soup, croaked shyly, and saw her smile with relief.
Frogs are obviously disgusting, aren't they? But she was able to look as usual and was so gentle to him... Even if she was a witch, he recognized such a lady.
Touching her palm with the tip of her nose, he silently asked for a touch, and she caressed his slippery back naturally, and said some trivial everyday words as usual... Nothing has changed. , in addition to his attachment to her, deeper.