Hao Ren had been delayed at Raven 12345's place for most of the day. By the time he returned, it was nearly evening. The moment he turned the corner, he saw Lily standing on tiptoe at the entrance, straining to look toward the crossroads—she looked just like a puppy abandoned at home to guard the house. He was almost used to the sight by now.
The moment Lily saw Hao Ren, she eagerly ran over. "Landlord, Landlord, you're back! What are we eating tonight?"
"Could you occasionally consider your dignity as a werewolf?" Hao Ren sighed as he handed over the net bag. "Your favorite big ribs. We'll stew them tonight and have rib noodles for lunch tomorrow."
After more than half a month together, Hao Ren had completely figured out Lily's personality. This werewolf girl's preferences were simple and easy to understand: as long as she was fed something tasty, all would be well. She had two favorite things—the ribs Vivian stewed and the noodles Hao Ren cooked. Ribs were understandable, at least; they were meat. But how did she become unable to walk away at the sight of noodles? Werewolves were supposed to eat that?
No one could figure out how Lily had changed from a werewolf into an omnivore, but in any case, it was a good thing. Omnivorous animals were easy to raise. If Lily really ate twenty pounds of fresh meat every day like a normal werewolf, then even if Hao Ren could afford it financially, the butcher might not have been able to endure it mentally...
Lily happily carried the ribs inside to find Vivian. Only at times like this would she say a few nice words to the latter. For the sake of a couple of tasty bites, she could actually lower her