Chapter 116. He licked the cream off his face.

Then, the meal began.

The bone broth was bubbling and boiling in the electric pot.

After blanching the meat rolls, shrimp, and some side dishes, Jiang Yingxu first placed them in a porcelain bowl to cool. Once the temperature was about right, he didn't use their chopsticks but instead used his hands.

My fingertips, which I washed carefully before the meal, had a faint scent of hand sanitizer.

The kitten jumped onto Jiang Yingxu's lap, tilted its little face up, and expertly snatched food from his fingertips.

Jiang Yingxu fed most of the cooked food to the cat, patiently waiting for the kitten to chew, and then promptly fed it new meat.

He barely ate anything himself; the only two things he ate were vegetables that the cat had rejected. The cat turned its head away and refused to eat them, so he put them in his own bowl.

He Rongyi looked at it again and again, and couldn't help but click his tongue in amazement.

"Brother Xu, you spoil your cat way too much!"

to be honest.

Jiang Yingxu's patient feeding of the cat with his eyes down made He Rongyi immediately imagine the family at the end of the alley who were famous for spoiling their child. Every mealtime, the elders of that family would hold bowls and scoop rice, feeding it bite by bite to their chubby little girl's mouth.

Jiang Yingxu didn't say anything, but picked up another shrimp and fed it to Shi Miao.

She rolled it away with the tip of her tongue, chewing it contentedly.

She lifted her eyelids and glanced at He Rongyi indifferently.

His eyes were deep black, his expression was indifferent, yet there was a hint of ferocity in them.

Back when He Rongyi was one of the street thugs wandering the streets of No. 12 Middle School, he unexpectedly met Jiang Yingxu on the street.

Just as he was pleasantly surprised, Jiang Yingxu, dressed in the Ningcheng No. 1 Middle School uniform and standing tall, silently frowned and swept his eyes over his tight-fitting shirt, ripped skinny jeans and loafers.

Memories of being repaired came flooding back.

He Rongyi raised his hand and made a zipping motion, then shut up.

Hot pot is perfect for winter; it stays piping hot and warms the whole room.

He Rongyi also ordered a four-inch cake from a nearby dessert shop. The cream was cold when he took it out of the refrigerator, making it a perfect dessert.

When she was almost finished eating, Rong Yan got up and went to her bedroom.

When she came out, she was holding two red envelopes, one large and one small.

The large one was given to Jiang Yingxu.

"Xiao Xu, may everything go smoothly next year, and take good care of yourself."

There's also a smaller one, which you put under the kitten's paws.

Shi Miao was surprised; she was involved too?

Rong Yan squatted down and held her hand in front of the kitten. "Mimi, can you shake hands?"

Shi Miao lifted her paw and placed it in her palm.

Rong Yan's eyes softened as she held the kitten's paw and shook it. "Mimi, spend more time with Xiao Xu. He definitely likes you a lot."

The golden safety lock that catches the eye as you enter is hanging in the kitten's white bib.

If one didn't deeply love a cat, why would they buy such expensive jewelry for it, or carefully select a safety lock?

Shi Miao puffed out her furry chest and let out a solemn meow.

Leave it to the cat!

After Rong Yan got up, Shi Miao used her little sharp teeth to pick up the small red envelope, jumped onto Jiang Yingxu's lap, and put it in his hand.

Pat it with the paw pad.

Mimi said, "Put it away for me."

Jiang Yingxu hummed in agreement, and just as he picked up the small red envelope, he suddenly felt a dark shadow flash beside him.

Accompanied by He Rongyi's chuckle, something cool and refreshing was smeared on his cheek.

He Rongyi, holding a cake fork covered in snow-white cream, laughed wildly, "Brother Xu, you need to put some sweetness on your face for the New Year, so that the coming year will be sweet and happy!"

The feeling of cream sticking to the side of my face was too vivid.

Jiang Yingxu disliked it, frowned, and parted his thin lips slightly, intending to ask He Rongyi to get him some paper.

The kitten on his lap stared at the cream stain on his pale cheek, seemingly lost in thought. Then, its tail twitched, its pupils dilated, and it suddenly moved.

He sat up, his paw pads pressed against his chest.

Its movements were swift, displaying the lightness and agility characteristic of felines.

The fluffy face drew closer, and a small, barbed tongue curled up, licking the cream off his cheek.

It sweeps away the icy sweetness, leaving behind a little damp warmth.