The morning chill faded, the sun blazed overhead, and the scorching rays shone through the window, directly onto Chi Musheng's buttocks.

"Meow" (Get up, you stinky Sheng Sheng, I'm starving!)

Xiao Bai, extremely agitated, raised its paw, hesitated for a moment, then turned around and slapped Chi Musheng's buttocks.

Originally, I planned to slap Chi Musheng across the face, but after looking at his handsome face, I felt bad about hurting myself if I hit him. It would be more worthwhile to hit him in a place where he couldn't see and where there was more flesh.

"ah!"

Chi Musheng jumped out of bed, clutching his bottom, and looked around to find the culprit who had spanked him. Finally, his gaze settled on Xiaobai at his feet.

"Did you hit Xiaobai?"

Xiao Bai raised his head, his blue-tinted eyes staring straight at Chi Musheng, his tone low.

"Meow" (It's me, what's wrong? The sun's already high in the sky, why aren't you up? You promised breakfast, and now you haven't even had lunch. Believe me or not, I'll sit on you and kill you.)

Although Chi Musheng couldn't understand what Xiaobai meant, he could tell that the insults were very vulgar, so he immediately reached out and grabbed Xiaobai's mouth.

"Ahem, Xiaobai, you are a customer, that's true, but swearing is a bad habit."

Xiao Bai was stunned when it saw the hand on its mouth. Why did it have a hand gesture to mute people? But its expression quickly changed, and it revealed its paw.

Stinky Shengsheng, is this how you treat your customers? Are you taking advantage of the fact that it's a cat and can't talk?

Chi Musheng naturally realized that Xiaobai was very angry, and the consequences would be serious. According to the rules of a simp, you have to coax any female creature when she is angry.

Without hesitation, he picked up Xiaobai and hugged it tightly, gently stroking its fluffy back from top to bottom with practiced skill.

"Don't be angry, little Bai. You decide what we'll have for lunch today."

Xiao Bai's expression softened, accepting her fate, and she nestled softly in Chi Musheng's arms, enjoying the moment. What could be more blissful than being touched by someone you love?

Of course there are, but she seems unable to handle it now; she'll die.

"Meow" (You stinky Sheng Sheng, don't think that calling me "baby" will stop me from being angry. I want seafood porridge for lunch, and I also want to touch your abs and lick your ears.)

Chi Musheng carried Xiaobai outside and suddenly remembered that after he came back, he was taking a bath in the stream. Why was he lying in bed when he opened his eyes? It was already noon.

Logically speaking, he doesn't have Tu Shan Hong Hong's drunken sleepwalking disorder.

It's all my fault for not being decisive enough; I should have just thrown Tu Shan Honghong on the bed and run away.

As he was pondering, a cat's paw slapped Chi Musheng on the face.

Xiao Bai raised his chin and confronted him fiercely.

"Meow" (Stinky Sheng Sheng, while hugging someone, he was actually thinking about other women, wondering if it was that vixen)

She could accept that Chi Musheng had clients for the time being, but she couldn't accept that during her time, that scoundrel Chi Musheng was thinking about other women.

"Don't worry, Xiaobai, I'll cook for you right away," Chi Musheng said, scratching Xiaobai's chin to comfort him.

From a novice's perspective, the other person refused to answer your questions, touched on your sensitive spots, and changed the subject.

Ugh, what a scumbag!

This is what a good man looks like.

"Let's have some seafood porridge for lunch today, as a way to make up for breakfast." Chi Musheng carried Xiaobai to the stream, scooped up the fish trap, took out the shrimp and crabs, and released the useless small fish.

Xiao Bai looked at Chi Musheng with a puzzled expression, somewhat confused.

"Meow" (Stinky Sheng Sheng, why did you let go of those dried fish? You could have kept them for someone else's midnight snack.)

Chi Musheng does not like killing unless it is absolutely necessary to eat.

Living beings depend on food to survive, which is a natural law. On this basis, committing more killings violates the law of cause and effect.

"Don't worry, it'll be quick," Chi Musheng said, rubbing Xiaobai's head.

First, he started a fire, boiled water, and cooked porridge. In his spare time, Chi Musheng squatted by the river, dismantling crabs and peeling shrimp. He had made seafood porridge for three years, nearly a hundred servings. His speed had long been honed. In less than ten minutes, the crab meat, crab roe, and shrimp meat were all neatly arranged in the bowl.

A person and a cat sat in front of the fire, the faint aroma of porridge wafting from the clay pot. Chi Musheng poured in all the prepared ingredients and stirred them evenly with a wooden spoon.

Xiao Bai smelled the fragrance spreading in the air and praised Chi Musheng highly.

"Meow" (It smells so good, stinky Sheng Sheng, you really are a perfect servant, not only can you...., you can also....)

Taking advantage of the fact that Chi Musheng couldn't understand her, Xiaobai became increasingly unreserved in her speech. If any other cat were to pass by, it would be shocked by Xiaobai's words, its eyes wide with disbelief, as they contained words that could be silenced.

This doesn't sound like something a normal, aloof, and haughty kitten would say.

Ten minutes later, Chi Musheng lifted the pot lid, and the rich aroma of porridge filled the noses of both the person and the cat.

"Meow" (Quick, you stinky Sheng Sheng, I'm starving!)

Little White was so anxious that it kept stamping its feet, its two pink paws having nowhere to go.

"It's a little hot, drink slowly," Chi Musheng said, placing a bowl of porridge in front of Xiaobai.

"Meow" (Okay, you nagging servant)

Ignoring the warning, Little White opened its mouth, and as soon as its little tongue touched the porridge, it let out a scream.

"Meow!" (Hot! Hot! Hot!)

Hearing the noise, Chi Musheng noticed that Xiaobai had opened its mouth and stuck out its tongue, panting like a puppy in summer.

Even he, who is usually very professional, almost couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Silly newbie, I already said it was hot, and you still put your tongue in. Did you want to add a dish of seafood porridge with cat tongue in it?

"Meow!" (You stinky servant, how dare you laugh at your cat master! How despicable!)

Xiao Bai glared angrily, clearly furious at the unintentional smile on Chi Musheng's lips.

"Ahem, my facial muscles suddenly twitched a little just now," Chi Musheng explained with a forced smile.

He didn't want to be resented by Xiaobai. He'd heard that when a kitten holds a grudge against someone, it will play with your butt while you're asleep, or even pee on you to mark you.

"Meow" (Foolish servant, do you think I'd believe that?)

Xiaobai rolled her eyes. Did you really think she was just an ordinary kitten who would believe your nonsense? She wasn't buying it.

Seeing that Xiaobai didn't believe him, Chi Musheng had no choice but to use his skill, the Cat-Coaxing Technique (this skill only works on Xiaobai).

He picked up Xiaobai with both hands, held the porridge in his arms, scooped up a spoonful, blew on it to cool it, and said gently, "The porridge is ready, please enjoy, Master."

Before long, the kitten was completely captivated by the gentle touch.

Xiao Bai lay on Chi Musheng's lap with a smile on its face. As long as it opened its mouth, delicious seafood porridge would enter its mouth. It was much more comfortable than the bed. It could be called the emperor's meal for cats.

"Master, are you satisfied with the service? If not, we can make changes," Chi Musheng asked respectfully and humbly.

It's like a real servant seeking praise from his master.

Little White patted Chi Musheng's belly with its paw and said approvingly.

"Meow" (Very well, foolish servant. I will reluctantly forgive your disrespect just now. I hope you will learn from this and become even more perfect.)

Seeing that Xiaobai looked satisfied, Chi Musheng breathed a sigh of relief. He was afraid that Xiaobai would be dissatisfied with his service and would run away from home to complain to her owner and find another foster parent.

He has to earn ten thousand taels of silver a month; after all, he's the one who keeps his feline overlord happy.