Tiger, I rejected the iron rice bowl.

Wang Yu rolled her eyes, her face full of disdain, but she didn't urge him any further. She slowly turned her head and continued to gnaw on the remaining ribs, inwardly complaining:

"You're so useless, such a waste of time! You get tired after just a short while combing!"

"You'll need to train more in the future, otherwise how will you groom me later!"

After resting for a few minutes, Tang Li rubbed her arms, feeling that her strength had returned somewhat. She picked up the comb again, rolled up her sleeves, and said:

"Get to work! I'll try to finish combing your hair so you don't keep rushing me."

More and more tiger fur fell out, and soon it formed a huge ball of tiger fur that was almost too big to hold in both hands.

Tang Li looked at the round, fluffy tiger fur ball in her hand, her eyes instantly sparkling with delight. "Wow, you've shed so much fur!" she exclaimed.

"This fluffy ball is so big! I want to use all this fur to make a little tiger doll that looks exactly like you. It would be so cute!"

Upon hearing this, Wang Yu raised her head and nodded slightly, but secretly thought to herself, "I have no objection. Anyway, it's my fur that's being poked, not me. As long as you're not afraid of getting arrested by the police!"

"I'm a Class I protected animal in China. Even my tiger fur is protected. If you go to jail, don't drag me down with you!"

He muttered to himself, a hint of schadenfreude in his eyes.

Tang Li took a deep look at the tiger fur ball in her hand, her eyes filled with reluctance, and finally reluctantly put the fur ball aside.

Having raised tigers for so long, she naturally knew that it was illegal to make items using the fur of protected animals, and no matter how much she liked them, she couldn't do it.

She looked up at Wang Yuyu's massive size, and at his still-thick tiger fur, and couldn't help but sigh softly, "Sigh, you've grown so big, with such thick fur, when will I ever be able to finish brushing it all off!"

The next second, she rolled up her sleeves, gripped the comb tightly, and continued brushing the fur, muttering, "Come on, come on, I'll be done soon!"

Half an hour later, Wang Yuyu had devoured all the meat that Tang Li had laid out, even gnawing on the bones clean, leaving nothing behind.

He lay down on the ground contentedly, paws in the air, generously exposing his round, furry belly. His tail gently swept the ground, and he would occasionally paw at Tang Li's arm, signaling her to continue grooming him.

He squinted comfortably with his amber eyes, his claws curled up, and he made a gurgling sound in his throat, looking lazy and content.

Tang Li, after half an hour of continuous brushing, was already covered in sweat, and her arms were sore and numb!

"No, no, I can't comb this anymore, I'm exhausted!"

Tang Li could no longer hold on and plopped down next to Wang Yuyu, simply lying on his round, soft belly to rest. With her cheek pressed against the warm downy fur, she instantly felt her fatigue dissipate.

The sudden weight pressed down on her belly, and Wang Yu immediately opened her eyes, raised her head sharply, her amber eyes filled with dissatisfaction, and even stretched out her paw to gently push Tang Li.

"Get up and get to work! Don't be lazy! Get up now, you haven't even finished combing my hair yet, why are you resting?"

Tang Li turned her head, her cheeks flushed, her eyes filled with exhaustion, and said weakly, "I can't, I really can't comb my hair anymore!"

"You're shedding way too much! I comb it once, then again, and there are still clumps of fur falling out. I can't seem to get rid of it all!"

"I've combed your entire body twice already, my arms are almost too sore to lift, I really can't comb anymore, please let me go!"

As she spoke, she gently rubbed her aching wrist, her voice full of pleading.

Looking at Tang Li's sweaty and exhausted appearance, Wang Yuyu's dissatisfaction gradually faded.

He waved his paws sullenly, then slowly lay back down, his belly still exposed: "Fine, fine, I won't comb your hair then. Seeing how tired you are, I'll let you rest. I'll comb it for you next time!"

Tang Li lay on Wang Yuyu's soft belly, feeling his warm body temperature and rhythmic rise and fall. She couldn't resist reaching out and secretly pinching the fat on his stomach, gently swaying it back and forth. The soft touch made her laugh out loud instantly.

"Hahaha...this belly is so soft, like cotton!"

Wang Yuyu was slightly jerked by the pinch, and immediately raised her head again, looking blankly at Tang Li, who was smiling like a spring flower. Her large head was filled with tiny question marks, and she muttered to herself:

"What's she laughing at? She's laughing so happily, could it be that she's tired of brushing her fur and her brain has gone mad?"

Feeling a little embarrassed by Wang Yuyu's direct stare, Tang Li quickly turned her face away, buried her face in his belly, and secretly laughed, her shoulders trembling slightly from time to time.

Wang Yuyu was stunned for a few seconds, unable to understand Tang Li's sense of humor, so she simply gave up trying to figure it out, lay down again, closed her eyes, and obediently digested the food in her stomach.

Just then, Wang Weiguo's voice suddenly came from the wall, "Xiao Tang, Xiao Tang, what are you doing?"

Wang Yuyu and Tang Li simultaneously looked up at the wall, where they saw two heads peeking out. It was Wang Weiguo and Fan Zhengcheng, who were peering down.

Tang Li's eyes immediately lit up, and she instantly perked up. She climbed off Wang Yuyu's belly and waved to the two of them: "Director, Captain Fan! I didn't do anything, I was just grooming Iron Rice Bowl, and I got so tired that I rested on him for a while!"

Wang Yuyu immediately flipped over and nimbly got up from the ground. He squatted down, looked up at the two people on the wall with his huge tiger head, and showed no vigilance, since they were people he knew.

Wang Weiguo waved to Wang Yuyu with a gentle smile and teased, "Long time no see, 'iron rice bowl'! Judging from your appearance, you must have eaten and drunk your fill, right?"

"Awoo!" Wang Yuyu nodded slightly and let out a low growl, as if responding to "Of course," with a hint of arrogance in her tone.

Fan Zhengcheng quickly waved to Wang Yuyu, a friendly smile on his face.

At this moment, while Wang Yuyu was looking up and greeting the two people on the wall, Tang Li quietly turned around, glanced at Feilong to the side, and carefully reached out her hand, wanting to secretly take Feilong over and hand him over to Fan Zhengcheng.

But Wang Yuyu was extremely vigilant; it was ingrained in his very bones. Even when he was distracted, Tang Li's every move was still under his watchful eye.

The moment Tang Li's finger touched Feilong, Wang Yuyu's tiger head suddenly turned around and stared intently at her.