Qin Shiou stunned: "Simba? Yes, the Lion King is called Simba, but the problem is, this is a lynx."

"The lion is a cat, and the lynx is a cat. They have the same ancestors and are related to distant relatives. We want to give the little lynx a little ambition, so wouldn't it be nice to encourage it with a name like Simba? "

  Vini became happier as she spoke, and she convinced herself first.

  Qin Shiou was speechless, but he always felt that something was wrong.

  Little Lynx didn’t know that he had a name anymore, but the two pointed at it and drew a picture. It also knew it had something to do with it, so he drank warm milk, ran over to hold Winnie’s hand to sell cute, and rolled around in furry.

  Vini pettingly nodded its forehead with her finger, and said: "Okay, dear, from now on you will be Simba, you are the North American lynx king, right?"

  The little lynx knows a dandan, and it knows to roll around with Vinnie’s arm.

  Qin Shiou felt that Winnie could not be named in the future. It was too challenging. It was the king and the other king. He wanted to find the white wolf king Xiao Luobo, but the **** didn't know where he went, and he couldn't find it for the time being.

  Simba is quite dirty, jumping up and down all day long to climb trees and drill grass nests, and his hair is covered with mud and snow grass. This is one of the reasons why Qin Shiou did not recognize his identity at first glance.

  Vini put warm water to bathe it, the tiger and the leopard ran in, hiding in the door with their heads exposed to watch the little lynx.

  Qin Shiou turned around and asked, "Where is the little carrot head? Where is it?"

  Huzi and Leopard looked at each other, lowered their heads and ran down the stairs, not knowing what was going on.

  Cats don’t like bathing, and lynx does not like it. Looking at the hot water of Linlin, King Simba suddenly panicked, kicking his calf and wanted to run.

  Vini has experience dealing with the little guys, she has eyesight and grabs her neck quickly. Just stuffed it in.

  The little lynx let out a stern scream, as if he got off the pan, his face was full of panic.

  Qin Shiou was afraid that it would hurt Winnie, so he injected some Poseidon energy into it. This can soothe its emotions.

  Sure enough, after receiving the Poseidon’s energy, King Simba was more stable. He probably felt the hot water warm and comfortable. He squinted his eyes and made a sound of ‘gurgling’ in his throat, and began to enjoy the hot bath.

  Of course, its claws have been holding Vinnie’s wrists firmly for fear of slipping into the water.

  Vini asked Qin Shiou to give her shower gel. This is specifically for the little guys. It contains insect repellent and fluffy hair functions, but it has no fragrance, because the little guys have a sensitive sense of smell. If the smell of the shower gel is too irritating, it will harm them.

   Lynx is a beast with a slower metabolism. They should be chubby. But King Simba was a little thin and weak, just like the little carrot head at the beginning, when his hair was wet, it turned into a big carrot.

  Vini took a bath twice, dried it with a towel, and then used a hair dryer to blow the hair, so that the little lynx would look better.

  Lymphs are very beautiful cats. They have a round face and a sense of joy. They have well-developed hair, black tufts on the ear tips, and long belly hair. The back hair is very thick. It feels good to the touch, which can also help them keep out of the cold.

  King Simba is still a child, and the hair is not fully developed, so he likes to be in the arms of people. Because it is not strong enough to keep out the cold, it always feels cold.

  Same as most lynx. King Simba's back is darker, reddish brown, the hair on the abdomen is light yellow-white, the hair around the eyes is white, and there are several rows of obvious brown-black vertical stripes on the cheeks, which looks a little arrogant.

  The cutest thing is its claws, which look like bigfoot. The little lynx has a pair of big claws that are not proportional to its body. The bread is covered with long and dense furry, like wearing snow boots.

  This is the result of lynx's evolution over thousands of years. They often hunt in thick snow. Only if the claws are large enough to provide a large enough pressure area, the body will not fall into the snow.

  With the little lynx, the atmosphere of the villa has become more energetic.

  Different from the little carrot head that just came to the villa, King Simba is not afraid of life, it is a small self-familiar thing.

  Vini took it to the living room, she jumped down and shook her hair, and ran around.

  Shirley beckoned to it, and it ran to Shirley’s little hand affectionately with his head, Powell gave it a piece of dried meat, it swallowed it with his mouth opened, and then stared wide-eyed to beg to continue feeding.

It is not afraid of tigers and leopards. After Larawang ran in, it greeted him enthusiastically. Larawang disdain to play with small things like it. King Simba didn't care, but his face followed behind, rolling around like a little tail. Go.

  However, it is just afraid of Bush.

  Bush flapped his wings and flew in. King Simba, who was fighting for the ball with the tiger, shivered, and then crawled and rushed towards Winnie, then grabbed his trouser legs and quickly rushed into his arms.

  Qin Shiou thinks that little lynx will become a fisherman in the future. This guy is cheeky, can run and jump, climb trees and walls, and become mischievous. Who can deal with it?

  In the evening, the weather got worse again, and soon the north wind was whizzing, thick clouds gathered from all directions, and it was still snowing.

  Qin Shiou drank the broth, and said helplessly, "God, this is November. Should it snow so much?"

Ivorson was very happy. Looking at the snow floating outside, he raised his big jar. Inside was the meat and bone soup sprinkled with coriander, soaking the freshly baked flatbread, and said contentedly: " Biscuit, it’s great to eat in winter!"

  Qin Shiou rolled his eyes and said, “Yes, my dear, it’s delicious, but if it snows too much, it’s a disaster.”

  Ivorson chewed on the biscuits, and asked vaguely: "Don't you like it?"

  Qin Shiou nodded and said, "Of course, who likes snow disasters?"

After saying this, he didn’t mind, he drank his thick broth and went to the Internet. Hearing noises in the yard behind him, he opened the curtains and looked out. He saw that Iwasson was waving in the snow. Roaring with a wooden stick.

  Qin Shiou was taken aback, and ran out and asked: "What's the matter, Ivorson?"

  Ivoson turned his head and showed a honest smile, and said loudly: "Qin doesn't like snow, Ivoson will drive them away!"

   After finishing speaking, he began to wave the stick again to the sky, shouting: "Don't come down, let's all go! Let's go! Don't come to the fishery! Go to Toronto!"

Qin Shiou wanted to laugh a little, but he was more moved. He walked up and grabbed Ivorson, reached out and grabbed the back of his head to make him bend over, their foreheads pressed together, and said, "Man, they are already scared. They will go, give them some time, go, shall we go home?"

   "I will let them go quickly." Ivorson said.

  Qin Shiou said: "No, no, it’s okay, it’s okay to slow down, let’s go home, and Wei Ni has made milk tea for you. Do you like milk tea? Great milk tea."

   "Add sugar?"

   "Two pieces."

   "Oh, that's great, go back."

  Qin Shiou smiled, took Ivorson into the house, and then suddenly realized that there seemed to be a white shadow shaking in the distance.

****Uh, uh, I don’t know who is offended by the cartridge case. I even deliberately voted for the book’s four 0-star evaluation votes. A thousand people have a thousand barbecue tastes in their mouths. The fishery can’t let every friend. I'm all satisfied, but if I don't like it, wouldn't it be nice to leave? Wouldn't you have to vote for 0 stars? What kind of grudge? Of course, it's not that everyone is not allowed to vote. This is the freedom and power of the readers, but the bullet thinks it is quite unnecessary, right? The cartridge case should be fairly low-key. If you have to forgive others, please forgive me. Thank you brothers and sisters who have always supported Eggshell. Thank you for your perseverance. Thank you for your support! (To be continued~^~)