In the workshop in the backyard of the Funeral Society, Mrs. Lake was sitting on a round stool, putting makeup on Mr. Giotto.

Mr. Giotto was euthanized in the mission hospital. After preliminary cleaning of his body, the damage was not great and the death condition was not miserable. There was even a sense of calmness and relief.

In the past, this was definitely Mrs. Lake's favorite customer.

She is really unwilling to accept those clients whose deaths were miserable or even simply torn apart, because the families of most clients are not willing to spend more on funeral expenses.

Now, Mrs. Lake doesn't care. Ever since Karen succeeded her husband as the actual boss of the funeral club, the business of the funeral club has been really deserted, so deserted that sometimes she feels itchy hands.

Hilly walked in at this time, looked at Mr. Giotto's current appearance, and exclaimed:

"Madam, your skills are great, I want to learn makeup from you."

"There is a difference between putting makeup on the deceased and putting makeup on the living." Mrs. Lake smiled, "Besides, after you put makeup on the deceased, you go to cook for the young master?"

"The young master won't mind this. I heard Mr. Alfred say that they have opened a funeral club before."

"It's up to the young master if he doesn't mind. You are a maid and you should know your duty."

Hilly stuck out her tongue and said, "Okay, I understand."

"If you want to learn to draw, you can take classes with Doradolin and the others next time."

"Okay, I'll go and listen starting tomorrow. Oh, by the way, I almost forgot about the business. Madam, would you like to take a look at the jar of sauce? I think it seems to have hair on it."

"broken!"

Mrs. Lake immediately put down her tools and stood up, and walked out of the workroom with Hilly. Although Karen didn't like doenjang, Mrs. Lake also liked the taste of new dishes, but sometimes she would secretly make some doenjang to satisfy her craving for late-night snacks.

There is an analogy that is popular everywhere: so-and-so can never live without so-and-so, just like the Ven people can't lose their doenjang.

After they left, Pu'er rode Kevin into the place.

Pu'er looked at Mr. Giotto lying on the stretcher and said with some emotion: "He is so lucky. After death, the pollution will be completely eradicated."

Kevin noticed that Pu'er seemed a little sad.

Pu'er immediately shook his head, and the previous depression was completely thrown away, and said: "Stupid dog, how about we go out for a walk?"

"Woof?"

"There shouldn't be any danger, right?" Pu'er blinked, "Should I report it to the radio fairy?"

Kevin nodded in agreement.

"You are such a coward, who did you learn this from?"

Kevin raised his eyebrows.

…

To Pu'er's surprise, the Radio Fairy not only agreed to his and Kevin's request, but also took the initiative to say that he was about to go out and could take them with him.

Just like that, Pu'er sat on the shoulders of his puppet, and Kevin let his puppet hold him as usual, and they got into Alfred's car together.

Alfred drove to the entrance of a bowling club. There were many restaurants and dessert shops on the street outside.

"I have something to do there, so you can take a stroll around here." As he said that, Alfred also took out five thousand reals and stuffed them into the pockets of Pu'er and Kevin respectively.

"Radio Fairy, is that your club?" Pu'er asked.

"The club owner is one of my men, and we meet here regularly."

"A party of strange demons?" Pu'er said in surprise, "Oh my God, Radio Fairy, you are so efficient in doing things."

It remembered that Alfred mentioned this matter to Karen last time, and Karen agreed at that time.

But it didn't take long before the Radio Fairy really got his gang together.

"If I were a pet, I could be very leisurely."

Pu'er said: "I suspect you are thinking about me."

"Woof!"

"Everyone has a different division of labor. My task is to help the young master handle trivial matters as much as possible. Kevin's task is to provide consultation to the young master in terms of knowledge."

"What about me?"

"Your mission is to sleep with the young master."

"Woof!"

Pu'er shook his tail and said disdainfully: "Hmph, you think I will be angry if you say that? Haha, naive, I know you are too late to envy me, so I won't be angry, and I will be proud."

"Okay, remember not to go too far and pay attention to safety."

"Then we'll get bored of wandering outside later. Can we come over and see you?"

"Okay, tell me my name."

"Hmm? What's your name, Radio Fairy?"

Kevin smiled and echoed: "Woof?"

Alfred took out a business card from his chest and handed it to "Miss Pu'er".

"Miss Pu'er" put her business card in front of Pu'er, and Pu'er read:

"Alfred. Sao?"

"Um."

"Sao, what does this syllable mean?" Pu'er asked doubtfully, "Is it a character in the language created by Karen?"

"Yes, coquettishness represents sophistication and elegance."

"Really, then I am Sao Pu'er?"

"Woof!"

"Okay, you're the saucy Kevin."

"This is the title given to me by the young master."

"Okay, I know you are showing off on purpose. Stupid Dog and I went shopping. You go and do your work, radio slut."

After parting ways with Alfred, Pu'er and Kevin first went to a dessert shop and ordered many desserts at once.

The pocket money Alfred just gave them is equivalent to two months' income of a white-collar worker in York City, which is enough for them to spend happily here.

Soon, the desserts were served one by one.

Under the surprised eyes of the shop assistants, they watched the lady concentrate on feeding her cat with desserts, while the gentleman fed his dog with great care and consideration.

After finishing the dessert, Pu'er and Kevin went to the ice cream shop, then bought a lot of other snacks, and finally sat on a roadside bench, eating while watching people coming and going.

Pu'er burped and said, "This is life, meow."

"Woof!"

When it comes to food, the food outside is probably not as delicious as the food at home. Even Maid Xili’s dim sum level has improved very much under Pu’er’s training, but those who eat and enjoy life in a crowd regard themselves as “

The experience of "being alone" is a special sense of enjoyment for Pu'er and Kevin now.

"Stupid dog, look there!"

Kevin followed the direction Pu'er pointed and saw a dim sum shop on the street with a half-open rolling shutter door.

Kevin lowered his head again without much interest and continued eating the hot dog.

"You stupid, worthless dog." Pu'er shook his head, "Shouldn't a normal man want to go to that place first after being locked up for a long time?"

At this time, a woman in a white dress sat down at the other end of the bench.

In an instant, both Pu'er and Kevin were stunned.

Because this woman seemed to appear out of thin air. When she came out, she was standing in front of the bench, and in the blink of an eye, she sat down.

The alarm in Pu'er and Kevin's hearts immediately sounded. They just came out to get some air. In fact, the reason why they stayed at home for a long time was not because Karen imprisoned them, but because they knew very well in their hearts that their current strength was

It is not enough to cope with the risks that may be encountered in the outside world, and it is still safest to be at home.

In order not to arouse each other's suspicion, Pu'er and Kevin instantly became "competent" pets.

Miss Pu'er held Pu'er in her arms and began to pet the cat.

Mr. Kevin grabbed Kevin's legs and let him lie on his lap to play with him.

The sounds of cats and dogs kept coming from the bench:

"Meow~"

"Woof~"

"Meow~"

"Woof~"

"Is she here for us?"

"It seems not."

"Yes, she doesn't seem to notice our differences."
To be continued...