The pet I raised comes from the second dimension.

The grape-picking competition was disrupted by a scoundrel, so the afternoon session of the autumn outing ended early, and Huang Musong drove the doro members home.

Although the grape-picking competition ultimately ended in a draw.

It was a pretty fulfilling day.
Dorothy, Dorothy, and Donas each found their own satisfaction.

Donas's reward was naturally the scars on her buttocks. She felt that being injured in battle was a great recognition of her honor as Marshal Doro.

Dorothy's reward was catching a lizard, which she could take back to research recipes for snake soup. (It's just a bit of a shame that Dorothy snatched the snake's head in the end. But it doesn't really matter; it doesn't matter who killed the lizard.)
The only thing that Doro gained wasn't what it acquired itself. It was satisfied with curing the liver fluke disease of Miss Shu Chu, who had freckles.

Doro will forever remember every act of kindness from every human being!
Shu Chu showed her love for it by tearing handkerchiefs into foot wraps for it to wear during the hot summer months.

Receiving care is not about repaying it; Doraemon also wants to be good to Shuchu.

"Hey~"

Leaning against the car window, Duoluo grinned foolishly as the RV passed by the resettlement housing complex where Shuchu was temporarily staying, silently offering his blessings.

The pesky ailment is gone!

I'm sure this young lady will have a wonderful night's sleep, right?
So happy...

Doro pondered this for a moment, and only when the buildings in the neighborhood were obscured by more buildings did it finally lie down for a rest, completely satisfied.

Yawning is contagious.

Dorothy and Donas, who also didn't take a lunch break, also started to feel sleepy.

Soon, the cabin was filled with the soft snores of the doro at various frequencies.

When the little ones woke up, they arrived at Su Qingyao's house.

Huang Musong's plan was to stay at his girlfriend's house tonight so that it would be easier to take her to school for military training tomorrow morning. A shorter drive would also allow Su Qingyao to get up later.

of course,

I also wanted to let the Doromen sleep in a little longer.

Even just five more minutes of sleep in the early morning can make you feel refreshed.

Perhaps because he took a late afternoon nap, Duoluo was not sleepy even at 10 p.m., and sat on the sofa in a daze.

Suddenly I saw someone carrying things downstairs.
Doraemon immediately became interested.

It offered to help move some things.

Huang Musong couldn't bear to let Duoluo carry anything too heavy, so he only gave it a bag of fruit as a snack for the little guys to replenish their energy when they accompanied their girlfriends to military training the next day.

Put your belongings into the RV.
On early autumn nights, the moonlight is especially bright, and the temperature is unusually comfortable.

Recently, the temperature difference between day and night in the capital has been large, and it's always chilly at night.

Today is not bad, neither cold nor hot.

Huang Musong planned to sit on a bench downstairs for a while to enjoy the moon.

Anyway, Doraemon didn't seem sleepy at all.
Let it enjoy the moon too.

The night sky in the real world has few stars, and the scenery is far less beautiful than in the world of anime. Doraemon wasn't particularly interested in the moonlight, but he was quite fond of what he held in his hand—a large, round 'Orunji'.

Any round, orange fruit with a peel is considered "Orunji" by Doraemon. Even the fresh orange he's holding is mistaken for Orunji, and Doraemon tries to find a suitable point to peel it open.

The peel of a fresh orange is much harder to peel than that of a tangerine.
It took Doraemon half a minute to pry open a small gap.

At first, the crevice was round. When the claw tip accidentally poked into it, a few drops of juice oozed out, crystal clear.

Doro quickly licked a few times to prevent the orange juice from spilling out of the cracks, refusing to waste any of it.

Then, by gently tapping the cracks in the orange peel, the willow-leaf-shaped slits opened into an oval shape.

Doraemon carefully removed the orange segments from the peel...

The first orange segment was torn while peeling, so it wasn't intact.

Doraemon was impolite and didn't give way to others.

It will enjoy the incomplete orange petals all to itself.

Then he pulled out another one that was intact enough.

"Wow~"

"So sweet!"

Dustling contentedly, Doraemon's eyes sparkled, his pupils overflowing with joy.

Raising his little hand, he fed a whole orange segment to someone, hoping that Doraemon would also have a taste.

Huang Musong never refuses the food that Duoluo shares with him.
Despite having a full stomach,

He still cooperated and ate the orange segments.

Since encountering Doraemon and bringing it home, Huang Musong has discovered that his life is not only filled with a pink-haired, white-furred little beast, but also that he has formed an indissoluble bond with various Orunji, including tangerines, oranges, and mandarins.

It's only natural to get tired of eating the same fruit all the time.

If it weren't for the fact that he didn't want Doraemon to be disappointed, Huang Musong would really like to distance himself from Orunji in the short term.

Continue moon gazing
Huang Musong secretly observed Duoluo out of the corner of his eye.

He watched as the little guy leisurely enjoyed the remaining oranges.

Don't you get tired of eating Orunji every day?
Unable to contain his curiosity, Huang Musong subconsciously asked, "Why do you still like to eat Oh Runji? We've made a lot of money and can eat much better food every day, which is much tastier than Oh Runji, right?"

"Because Orunji is delicious~" Doro answered without the slightest hesitation, almost blurting it out.

Huang Musong shook his head, "You've been eating Runji for so long, aren't you tired of it at all?"

"How can you get tired of something you like?" Doro replied without hesitation.

The little guy's words are always so straightforward, yet they strike right at the heart of the matter. He never gets tired of the things he likes!

Yes,

Who gets tired of something they like?

The reason we get tired of it is because our tastes become bland and eventually boring.

It's like how you'll always love Doraemon, and even if you're with Doraemon every day, you'll never get bored.

Doraemon likes to eat Orunji.
It definitely won't get boring.

Thinking of this, Huang Musong hugged Duoluo and enjoyed the peaceful atmosphere.

No matter how much money you earn, it's just an accumulation of wealth.

Many people strive to get ahead, but once they do, what have they left behind when they look back?
Life certainly requires struggle.
But we must also understand that happiness is found in the ordinary.

The simple moments of happiness always seem too short. As dawn approached, Duoluo nestled in Huang Musong's arms and slept soundly...

So as not to wake Doraemon, Huang Musong quietly got up, carried him upstairs and went home to rest.

next day
Outside the university at noon, RVs were parked by the roadside, with wisps of smoke rising from their exhaust vents.

Considering that pets are not allowed in the school cafeteria,
Huang Musong was also quite worried that ordering takeout might result in buying pre-cooked meals.

He decided to cook it himself!
The doro members took turns accompanying Su Qingyao during military training. Since Donas had injured her buttocks, she was entitled to take leave as a sick person.

Currently, Dorothy is accompanying Su Qingyao to the library to study...

Anticipating that his girlfriend would leave the school in half an hour, Huang Musong started cooking vegetable soup, a balanced meal of six dishes and one soup.

Donas lay in bed recovering from her injuries;

Doraemon, on the other hand, curiously climbed onto the edge of the table to observe people cooking.

With his big, bright eyes blinking, Doraemon was very excited because he hadn't had a meal cooked by someone's own hands for a while!

As they got closer and closer, Doro almost lay on the cutting board to observe them up close.

Worried that it might cut Doraemon, Huang Musong patted its bottom, telling it to quickly sit back in its original position.

Realizing he was too close to the cutting board,

Doraemon obediently shrank back to the edge of the table.
It would occasionally tiptoe and peek at people chopping vegetables.

Probe, retractable head, probe, retractable head...

Doro pretended to be spying without being noticed, entertaining himself and having a great time.

As long as Doraemon is happy, it can do whatever it wants, and Huang Musong never stops it.

but,

The edge of the table is quite close to the induction cooker.

When you put vegetables into the soup pot, the splashing hot water might scald you.

For safety reasons, Huang Musong fed Duoluo a grape, which was picked from the vineyard yesterday afternoon.

The grapes are round and plump, covered with a layer of purplish bloom, their color is tempting, and they look delicious.

Doro opened his mouth, took the grape in his mouth, and bit through the skin with his teeth.

Yeah?

It's sour and sweet at the same time, which is strange but also very delicious!

Doraemon happily hummed a little tune...

Hearing the singing, Donas looked up and saw that Doro was actually eating grapes.

"Human! I want to eat too! Let the grapes fly into my mouth!"

After saying that, Donas opened her mouth, signaling for someone to quickly throw one at her.

Huang Musong smiled slightly.
He handed the grapes to Doraemon.

He gestured for Doraemon to feed Donas instead.

Having successfully distracted Doraemon, Huang Musong took the opportunity to pour the vegetables into the soup pot, cover it, and simmer it over low heat.

soon
The food is cooked.

Su Qingyao and Dorothy had just finished school.

Dorothy had been starving while reading in the library, but when she crawled into the carriage and smelled the delicious aroma, her mouth watered instantly.

"people!"

"These are dishes you made yourself, aren't they?" Dorothy took off her glasses, rushed to the table, and couldn't resist picking up a piece of braised pork rib to taste.

The claws that turned the pages of the book were dirty and blackened.

Dorothy herself was disgusted by her dirty hands.

It smells so good and I'm so hungry!

Without washing her hands, Dorothy ate a piece of pork rib to fill her stomach, smacking her lips happily.

Dorothy's eating manners should have been the most elegant of the three Dorothys.
But the braised pork ribs were still very hot from the pot.

It can only cool down the mouth by smacking its lips.

Donas hadn't felt any craving even after smelling the delicious aroma for over half an hour. Now, hearing Dorothy smacking her lips, Donas's stomach rumbled, and she immediately pounced, eager to be the first to have a bite of the tomato and egg stir-fry before dinner was served. (End of Chapter)