The Persian cat in front of me has a noble temperament and a dignified manner, and its smooth fur almost reflects light in the sun.
There is a golden cat tag hanging around its neck, indicating that it has an owner.
Xu Xinghe was stunned for a moment, thinking, the Marshal's Mansion still has cats
As a shit shoveler who has kept cats for many years, Xu Xinghe showed rare enthusiasm for the beautiful and fluffy creature in front of him, he knelt down and waved to it: "Come here, Mimi, do you want some fish biscuits? "
The Persian cat was unmoved at all, but just stayed where it was with a cold face, staring at Xu Xinghe silently.
Xu Xinghe thought it was shy of strangers, so after the little fish biscuits were baked, he gently took a piece and put it on the ground, then stepped back a few steps: "Try it, one of Xiao Qi's favorites, I believe it You'll like it too."
The Persian cat squinted its eyes, looked at Xu Xinghe, then at the cat biscuit, but still didn't move.
Xu Xinghe didn't force it, turned around and went on with his own business.
After a few minutes, there was no movement behind him. Xu Xinghe looked back and saw that the Persian cat had disappeared.
The small fish cracker that he put on the ground also disappeared together.
Xu Xinghe: "..."
Just think of it as a dream.
He cut the Wellington steak and was about to take it back to his room to have lunch with Xiao Qi, when the voice of the delivery robot came again from outside the door.
The orderlies in the mansion have smelled the aroma of steak from a long distance away, and they have been talking outside for a long time.
"It smells so good...York, didn't you say that people's cooking is terrible?"
"Cut! Who knows if he made it himself or used AI?"
"But the dishes made by AI are not so delicious... What is this cooking?"
"how could I know?"
"Go and see!"
Out of curiosity and the instigation of his companions, York took the kitchen and bathroom robot to find out.
While pretending to direct the robot to start cleaning the kitchen, he secretly glanced at the food on Xu Xinghe's plate.
The steak wrapped in puff pastry is tender and juicy, and the tempting aroma can be smelled across the corridor.
The appearance is really good.
But... York snorted in his heart, even if it is delicious, what's the use? It couldn't be sent to the mouth of the marshal.
"Does Marshal Ling keep cats?"
Just as York was complaining silently in his heart, Xu Xinghe who was at the side took the initiative to speak up. He was still curious about where the cat just came from.
York was taken aback when he heard the words, and looked back at him: "Have you seen Alan?"
"Alan?" Xu Xinghe tilted his head, "A white Persian cat came over just now, and took away a small fish cracker from me..."
"What?!" York was startled, and interrupted him, "You, you... how dare you feed it?! Didn't it scratch you? No, it actually accepted what you fed?!" Everyone was in a mess, and for a moment he couldn't tell which of these two things shocked him more.
Xu Xinghe didn't expect him to react so strongly, and asked, "What's wrong?"
York anxiously said: "That's the marshal's cat! How dare you feed it indiscriminately? Are you responsible for feeding it?? And Allen never eats food from anyone other than the marshal! Did you add cat biscuits to cat biscuits?" Food attractant? No, I want them to contact the veterinarian immediately... "
The more York talked, the more he became firmer in his mind. This Omega must be planning to seduce the Marshal by seducing him from the marshal's cat!
It's just too scary, too scheming!
Xu Xinghe: "..."
Being distorted and suspicious for no reason, his expression also faded: "Don't worry, as long as there is no problem with the ingredients in your Marshal's Mansion, this cat biscuit will not spoil the cat."
While he was talking, he propped his hands on the edge of the ring-shaped cabinet at random, but accidentally touched the freshly baked baking tray!
"hiss!!"
The baking pan with high-temperature residual heat instantly burned his palm red.
Xu Xinghe: "..."
If this person is unlucky, he will choke on drinking cold water, and will be scalded after cooking.
He shook his hands and said to York without looking back: "You can go to the veterinarian now, and bring me a medical kit by the way, thank you."
After finishing speaking, he turned around and lowered the water temperature, and began to rinse the scalded part with cold water.
York: "???"
This guy actually "ordered" himself! Do you really think you are the marshal's wife?
He was just about to open his mouth to sneer, but when he saw Xu Xinghe frowning slightly from the side, his eyelashes seemed to be still trembling slightly, as if he had been scalded...
York opened his mouth, but finally said nothing, turned around and left quickly.
Xu Xinghe turned off the water, looked at his red palms, and muttered in a low voice: "I won't be soaking in water for a while..."
As soon as the words fell, the meow of the Persian cat sounded from behind again—
"Meow."
Xu Xinghe was slightly taken aback, and turned around with a smile: "Why, one small fish cake isn't enough? I can't see that you are still a greedy... cat..."
A smile suddenly froze on his face.
Marshal Ling was wearing a neat uniform, and he appeared at the door of the kitchen at some point.
He has a dignified appearance and a long body.
And the Persian cat with different eyes squatted very upright at his feet, wagging its tail slowly.
Xu Xinghe's first reaction was that this picture is quite pleasing to the eye.
Second reaction: Why do you come to the kitchen "condescendingly" as an old man?
Marshal Ling, who had just finished a morning's work and was inexplicably attracted by his beloved cat, also saw his little spouse.
Xu Xinghe was wearing a light blue apron at the moment, and he was carrying delicious food. The golden sunlight shone on his fair skin and smooth hair, and his whole body seemed to be emitting a soft light.
The newlyweds met unexpectedly in the kitchen.
Even though the two had "sleeped" for the night, they still had nothing to say when they saw each other.
One is because he is naturally reticent, and the other is because he really has nothing to say.
The atmosphere fell silent like this.
Fortunately, there was a third party who was not afraid of being left out.
The Persian cat with different pupils walked forward with light and elegant steps, looked at the cat biscuit in Xu Xinghe's hand, and said proudly: "Meow."
It doesn't act like a baby and begs for food like Xiaoqi, it just sits in front of you, then raises its head and waits for you to offer food to it.
Xu Xinghe looked down at the cold-looking cat, then looked up at the indifferent Marshal Ling, and suddenly wanted to laugh.
Marshal Ling actually raised a cat that was "exactly the same" as himself.
At this moment, two pairs of different pupils, one big and one small, looked over at the same time, colliding with an indescribably funny feeling.
Xu Xinghe suddenly felt that the "Black God of War" who was famous in the five galaxies in front of him might not be as serious and terrifying as he imagined.
Ling Changfeng saw Alan's actions in his eyes, and a trace of surprise flashed in his different pupils, but his tone was as calm and indifferent as ever: "Did you feed it just now?"
Allen is famously "picky" in the house, not only picky about the food, but also picky about the people who feed the food.
I, the authentic owner, feed it, and it still eats according to its mood. But now he actually took the initiative to walk to Xu Xinghe's feet to ask for food
Xu Xinghe stopped smiling when he heard this.
York's questioning just now still rings in his ears, making him feel that Marshal Ling's words are also here to punish the teacher.
He lowered his eyes: "Well, I'm sorry for feeding your cat. If it eats up its stomach, you can just ask me to settle the score."
Ling Changfeng: "?"
He looked at Xu Xinghe speechlessly, as if he saw soft thorns erected behind him.
This little guy... is really a hedgehog, right
Marshal Ling stood where he was expressionless, and began to think about where he had offended this little hedgehog again.
At this moment, a conversation came from outside the door—
"Do you want a medical package? How could he be injured while cooking?"
"It's burning! This guy is clumsy, and he insists on cooking for our marshal. Don't you think he's just asking for it?"