Reborn with Nothing but My Farm and Vengeance in the Apocalypse novel Chapter 274

Chapter 274: Chapter 274

Mrs. Vance’s chihuahua was so small and skinny from long-term malnutrition that it slipped through the security bars on the window with ease.

Melody Summers stared at the security feed, completely dumbfounded!

’Is she really sending a dog in to steal things?’

’Who would’ve thought Mrs. Vance would come up with something like this!’

’Melody suddenly thought that Mrs. Vance was actually pretty resourceful...’

Seeing the chihuahua run from the balcony into the living room on the monitor, Melody thought for a second before opening her bedroom door and stepping out.

Melody walked into the living room, phone in hand. She turned on the flashlight, illuminating the chihuahua’s furtive figure on the floor.

When the chihuahua saw Melody, it froze.

Like a toy dog with its pause button pushed, it froze mid-stride with one paw raised, stuck foolishly on the spot.

The chihuahua: ...

Melody: ...

Their eyes met—one human, one dog. Melody swore it was the first time she’d ever seen a look of guilt and embarrassment on a dog’s face.

Melody didn’t say a word, just kept her eyes fixed on the scrawny little dog.

Under Melody’s gaze, the chihuahua just stood there stock-still, seeming at a loss for what to do.

It looked just like an elementary school student who’d been called on by the teacher but didn’t know the answer—helpless, nervous, and utterly lost.

Its little tail stopped wagging. It just hung straight down, as if the dog didn’t dare to move a muscle.

And so, the human and the dog remained locked in a standoff.

An inexplicably awkward atmosphere filled the room.

After a moment’s thought, Melody simply turned and went back to her bedroom.

Melody closed the door, leaned back against it, and looked down at the security feed on her phone.

On the security feed, she saw that after she’d returned to her room, the chihuahua hesitated for a moment. Then, as if it had made up its mind, it tentatively made its way toward the kitchen.

Melody watched her phone screen, arms crossed and a faint smile playing on her lips, intrigued as the chihuahua looked around the kitchen.

The chihuahua tiptoed around cautiously, taking tiny steps as it sniffed the air.

Two pieces of air-dried chicken and some cured sausage hung above the kitchen cabinets, giving off a tantalizing aroma.

But given its height and jumping ability, the chihuahua couldn’t possibly reach them, so it had to give up.

Finally, on the bottom shelf of a storage rack, the chihuahua spotted a small piece of pork.

Seeing the pork, the chihuahua pounced as if it had discovered a hidden treasure.

Its tail began to wag furiously, a clear sign of its excitement.

Melody raised an eyebrow. She knew her grandmother and Miss Lowell had taken that piece of pork out to thaw before bed.

Her grandmother and Miss Lowell were probably planning to make century egg and lean pork congee for the family in the morning. That’s why they’d brought the meat over from the balcony of 1605 the night before, letting it thaw at room temperature so it would be ready for breakfast.

The chihuahua crept toward the piece of pork and gently lifted it from the shelf in its mouth.

Melody expected the chihuahua to start gobbling it down right away, but it didn’t.

Carrying the pork in its mouth, the chihuahua turned and scurried back to the balcony.

Mrs. Vance, who had been waiting on the balcony, almost cried out with excitement when she saw the chihuahua return with the pork.

But she couldn’t make a sound. The night wind had frozen her throat raw, making it feel like she’d swallowed a razor blade.

In this freezing weather, Mrs. Vance had been hanging from the security bars in sub-zero temperatures for so long that her body had gone completely stiff. She thought she was going to freeze to death right there!

But thankfully, the chihuahua had brought back a piece of meat. Her gamble had paid off.

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