Even if he is a cat, Pei Zhen will not accept the title of little darling!
He was already in a messy mood, but now he regarded Wang Youquan as the target of bullying. One claw was not enough, and a second claw came right after!
When dealing with an annoying enemy, one would hate even the hair of the enemy, let alone an agent who provides advice to the enemy.
"Ouch—"
Wang Youquan was scratched directly with a scar on his arm. The pain made him jump three steps away. "Si Chen, am I going to die? Am I going to get rabies?"
"Illusion." Fu Sichen raised his knife and dropped it. The bones on the chopping board were immediately cut into two halves. He put the cut bones into the pot and added scallops, minced garlic and other ingredients to cook. "He is so gentle. .”
So gentle.
It was obviously super fierce just now!
Pei Zhen, who was called "gentle", jumped onto Wang Youquan's shoulders, used it as a stepping stone, and ran to the kitchen.
He came menacingly, jumped on the stove, and stretched out his sharp claws at Fu Sichen.
Fu Sichen was already prepared.
When Pei Zhen was killing him, he quickly avoided it by tilting his head. He took the opportunity to hold down Pei Zhen's body with one hand, and lifted the cat into his arms.
"You're so good, taking the initiative to throw yourself into my arms."
Pei Zhen: "..."
Wang Youquan: “…”
Wang Youquan: "Si Chen, I think his eyes are full of anger."
**
No matter how unhappy he was, as a smart cat, Pei Zhen still showed mercy. The scratches on Wang Youquan's arm were only faint, and he also received a shot at the veterinarian yesterday. All in all, Wang Youquan was just whining blindly and nothing happened.
Fu Sichen is a good cook, and his simple breakfast was made fragrant. Wang You relied on not leaving just to have a good time.
Breakfast is homemade sandwiches. Lettuce, eggs, toast. Pair it with a glass of milk for complete nutrition.
Wang Youquan happily poured cat food into the cat bowl and sat at the dining table: "I was in a hurry to go out in the morning, and I didn't eat breakfast either."
Just as he was about to put his hand on the sandwich, Fu Sichen slapped him away: "Go and wash your hands."
"… oh."
But as soon as Wang Youquan got up, Pei Zhen jumped on the table and drank milk with his head down.
"Ah! My milk!"
Pei Zhen took a sip of milk and then moved his position, opening his mouth and biting on the sandwich.
"Ah, sandwich!"
Wang You's heart was almost broken. He wanted to hug Pei Zhen, but he was afraid of being scratched by him. The key is, the cat has touched the food, how can he still eat it
Pei Zhen doesn't care.
Taking a bite of the sandwich, it was soft and chewy, quite satisfying.
It felt like he lowered his head and bit directly, which was a bit unsightly. He also tried to pick up the knife and fork with his cat's claws.
Fu Sichen: "..."
Wang Youquan: “…”
Wang Youquan said aggrievedly: "Si Chen, this cat doesn't eat cat food? Is there any breakfast?"
"He..." Fu Sichen thought about it carefully and found that Pei Zhen really didn't seem to eat cat food. The cat food I poured out last night was knocked over with one of the cat's characteristic paws.
"He doesn't eat cat food."
"What about my breakfast?"
Fu Sichen: "I didn't do it."
"You!" Wang Youquan's expression broke, and his heart was extremely hurt. "In your eyes, is a hard-working and uncomplaining agent not as good as a cat?!"
Fu Sichen looked at the Persian cat, then at Wang Youquan, and took out two steel balls from his pocket: "There should be meat buns sold in the mall downstairs."
If you like the little cutie, you should add it to your bookshelf, refills and refills =3=
(End of chapter)