Chapter 9 — Ex-Wife Reincarnated

each other, everything is better than my sofa. There was a "beep beep" sound in the kitchen. I walked over. It is an automatic feeding machine. The words lit up on the screen: 【Binh An's breakfast today: Beef ribs + Salmon + Pumpkin, needs to be reheated at 40°C. Owner's message: After reheating, cut into small pieces, let cool for 5 minutes before feeding to Binh An.】 I looked dumbfounded. This dog eats better than me.

“Your master really spoils you.” I bent down to look at Binh An. The dog was waiting next to the food bowl, looking up at me, his eyes full of expectation.

Okay then. I opened the refrigerator, inside it was clearly classified. On the left is food for humans, on the right is all food for dogs: Beef ribs, salmon, lamb, chicken, and a vegetable compartment, all organic. I took out today's portion, followed the instructions: warm it up, chop it, let it cool, pour it into the dog bowl. Binh An devoured the food, making a wheezing sound of happiness. I leaned against the kitchen table, looked at it, and suddenly felt a little jealous. “It's really fun being a dog.” I mumbled, "Someone loves me, someone feeds me, I don't have to think about annoying things." The dog looked up, glanced at me, then went back to eating. After feeding the dog, I prepared to go home. When I got to the door, I discovered that on the shoe cabinet there was a notepad, the top page read: 【Sorry, I have to go abroad urgently, the housekeeper has an emergency. I wonder if I can bother the neighbors to take care of Binh An for a few days? Dog food is in the kitchen, request posted on the refrigerator. Phone: 139xxxxxxx. I will definitely thank you.】 The handwriting is very beautiful, full of force and elegance. I looked at the date, it was three days ago. So this dog... came to the door on his own to beg for food? I took out my phone and called that number. The bell rang five times and someone picked up.

“Hello?” A male voice, deep and magnetic. The noise in the background is quite loud, like at an airport.

"Hello," I said, "I'm your next-door neighbor. I saw the note you left..."

“Is Binh An still okay?” He gets straight to the point.

“Pretty good.” I looked at the dog licking its claws, "It tastes better than me."

The other end of the line laughed lightly. "I'm sorry. I'll be back in about a week."

“Okay. Is the dog food enough?”

"Enough. The bottom compartment of the refrigerator still has provisions."

“Yes.”

“Thank you.” He said, “When I come back, I will invite you to dinner.”

Hang up the phone. I looked at Binh An, he also looked at me.

"Your voice sounds really good." I said.

The dog barked "Woof", as if in approval. For the next week, Binh An came to report on time every day. Seven o'clock in the morning, scratching the door. I opened the door, he came in, ate the breakfast I made (strictly following instructions), then squatted next to my desk, supervising. At twelve noon, he jumped down from the table, went to the door, and waited for me to give him lunch. At three o'clock in the afternoon, he will take a nap on the sofa, snoring. At six o'clock in the evening, after dinner, he played chasing butterflies in the yard. When you're tired of playing, jump over the wall and go home. Just like going to work to mark time, the rules are scary. I'm also getting used to it. When drawing, having a furry creature next to you doesn't feel bad. At least it's not a monologue. Friday evening, Binh An refused to return. After dinner, he jumped on the sofa, prostrated himself at my feet, motionless.

“What's wrong?” I patted his head, "Don't you want to go home today?"

The dog rubbed against it my hand, closed my eyes, and fell asleep. Outside the window it started to rain, getting heavier and heavier. I glanced at the neighbor's house, there was no light, its owner had not returned yet.

“Okay.” I took a blanket and covered it, "I'll take you in for the night."

The dog stirred, moving closer to me. It's so warm. Saturday morning, I was woken up by the bright sunlight. Binh An is already awake, sitting on the window sill, watching the birds outside. I wake up, make coffee. The phone rings, it's the number from yesterday.