While Hermione and Lovell were scratching their lottery tickets, the cashier had also scanned all the items and was preparing to check out.
"Swipe the card." Mr. Granger took a bank card from his wife. As a middle-aged man, Mr. Granger simply could not afford such an "astronomical figure" as one hundred pounds.
"Dad, no need," Hermione handed over the lottery ticket she had just won, "I won a hundred pounds, which is just enough."
Mr. Granger:?
He was stunned for a moment, and then took the scratch-off ticket from his daughter's hand.
Although Mr. Granger has never played with this kind of thing, he can still do basic reading comprehension. He quickly realized that his daughter was right, that scratch-off ticket won a hundred pounds!
"You're pretty lucky." Mr. Granger muttered as he changed the lottery ticket into cash.
Just enough to cover the cost of this shopping trip.
"What a dog that can bring good luck." The cashier witnessed the whole process of the Granger family winning the lottery, and a look of envy flashed in his eyes. "By the way, what kind of dog is it? It looks like
Wolf."
If possible, I really want to pet that puppy! The cashier girl said in her heart.
Lovell does not look like a wolf, it is a wolf. But it is not convenient to say this, so Mr. Granger smiled and said that Lovell is a "Czech Wolfdog", a dog that looks exactly like a wolf.
"Cool." The cashier shrugged and gave the change to Mr. Granger.
After returning home, Mrs. Granger got into the kitchen and began to prepare the family's dinner, while Mr. Granger put away the things he had bought.
"Dad, please put Lovell's kennel in my room!" Hermione took the initiative to apply to put the kennel bought for the wolf pup at home in her bedroom. After receiving permission, she happily hugged a furry kennel.
The cub ran upstairs, while the wolf cub stayed downstairs to watch Mr. Granger pack his things.
After the kennel, Mr. Granger took out a few bags of snacks and teething sticks for the wolf cubs. Mr. Granger, who was a dentist, paid great attention to oral hygiene and dental care.
As soon as the snack bag is taken out, even though it is wrapped in thick packaging, the wolf cub can smell the pleasant smell inside. If it were not bound by the hierarchy engraved in its genes, it would have jumped on it to enjoy these delicacies.
.
But when Mr. Granger took out the remaining items, the wolf cub exploded.
"Collar? Dog cage?! What are you going to do?" The wolf cub's eyes widened, with reluctance written all over his face.
That's right, the next two things Mr. Granger took out were the dog leash collar and the dog cage that are necessary for raising a dog.
Looking at the wolf cub's reluctant expression, Mr. Granger realized that he seemed to have made a dogmatic mistake. Lovell was not an ordinary pet dog and did not need these things at all.
"Ahem, this is not for you, my friend asked me to buy it." Mr. Granger coughed twice, indicating that he had a friend.
"Really?" A trace of suspicion flashed across the wolf cub's face, but he chose to believe it.
As long as you don't have to wear a chain, everything is easy.
After packing up the things he bought, Mr. Granger glanced towards the kitchen with a guilty conscience. After making sure that his wife was still cooking, he moved to Lovell's side and looked at the wolf with a flattering smile.
cub.
"Lovell, let's discuss something..."
Wolf cub:?
It looked at Mr. Granger in confusion.
"You and I will go out tomorrow - don't let Anna know, I will take you to buy some scratch-off tickets." After experiencing the supermarket lottery incident, Mr. Granger had an intuition: take the wolf cub to buy lottery tickets and you will definitely make money.
No compensation.
Mr. Granger really needs some unplanned income to expand his small treasury.
Like most middle-aged men, Mr. Granger does not have independent financial rights. Of course, Mrs. Granger never took the initiative to ask him to hand over his salary. Everything was done "voluntarily" by him. This is different from other men.
What's more, Mr. Granger still works in the clinic run by his wife, which greatly increases the difficulty of hiding the small treasury - his wife Anna can even calculate how many pennies he has left in his pocket.
.
After seeing the wolf cubs, Mr. Granger felt as if he could find a new way to make money.
The wolf cub did not understand the drama behind this at all. It was just a wolf and could not understand Mr. Granger's intentions, but its deep intuition told it that it seemed to have overestimated Mr. Granger's status in the group.
Lovell looked thoughtful: If Mr. Granger's status is lower than Mrs. Granger, then...
Its eyes became meaningful.
There is no way, wolves are so realistic!
But before it was confirmed, the wolf cub was still willing to help Mr. Granger.
"Okay!" Lovell shook his tail and said very obediently.
Just looking at his appearance, he couldn't be more loyal.
"That's great!" Mr. Granger was overjoyed. He was already thinking about where to buy scratch tickets tomorrow, what to buy after winning the lottery, and where to hide the treasures he bought.
"Come and serve the food! And come and get the spoons and forks!" Anna's voice came from the kitchen, and dinner was ready.
Mrs. Granger was a good cook, and the family's dinner was ready in less than half an hour.
Lovell squatted on a small round stool, looking at the food on the table and drooling.
Seeing his appearance, the dog food originally planned was also withdrawn, and Mrs. Granger temporarily decided that Lovell would eat whatever they wanted.
Looking at the piles of steaks, chicken legs, and sausages on the plate, Lovell was sure that this was paradise!
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After dinner, it was already getting late. Hermione had to go to cram school tomorrow morning and needed to rest early. So after telling the wolf cub not to turn into a human, she got into the bathroom and started to wash up.
The wolf cub was lying on the floor of the bedroom, playing with a small rubber ball out of boredom.
Even an ordinary pet dog would find this kind of toy boring, let alone an extremely smart little wolf like Lovell.
Just when it was so bored that it was about to fall asleep, a moist mist drifted into the bedroom - Hermione had finished taking a bath.
Hermione's face was rosy after just taking a hot bath. She wrapped herself in a white bath towel, walked into the bedroom barefoot, and sat on the edge of the bed to dry her hair with a hair dryer.
The wolf cub lay on the side and sniffed. He liked the smell of the bath liquid that Hermione chose. It was fragrant and not pungent.
Two white and tender little feet hung on the side of the wolf cub's head, carrying a hint of heat and the smell of shower gel. A few drops of water fell on the wolf cub's head, rolled over and then fell to the ground.
After a while, Hermione's hair was also blow-dried. She looked down at the wolf cub lying on the floor, and a feeling of happiness surged into her heart: This is her wolf!
She tapped the wolf cub's head with her toes and whispered to it: