Kang Ying's face looked much more ferocious.

Song Yiyi blinked, pretended not to see it, and walked past.

I had anticipated this day would come.

Song Yiyi was not surprised.

She returned home and before she sat down she heard a knocking sound.

It's a bit like the sound of gongs and drums.

But crisper.

Song Yiyi looked in the direction of the sound in confusion.

“Wow!”

Dazhuang, a cat, dragged his empty food bowl all the way to her.

Song Yiyi quickly stood up and stepped back.

"Sorry, sorry. I'll find you something to eat right now."

She hasn't gotten used to feeding the cat every day.

Fortunately, the cat knows how to protest.

Song Yiyi couldn't face Dazhuang, so she simply hid in the kitchen to boil eggs and find leftovers, intending to make a delicious cat meal for Dazhuang.

There was no cat food in those days, so we could only feed it egg yolks, steamed buns, chicken breast, fish, etc.

But Dazhuang is not picky.

If you feed it the unseasoned version of what people eat, it will also eat it with relish.

Da Zhuang was still banging on the wall in the main room.

It didn't bark, but just used its claws to dig in the empty food bowl.

Ding-dang-dang, ping-pong, full of resentment.

While boiling eggs, Song Yiyi took out two letters and read them word by word.

Unexpectedly, Cen Bowen and Kang Ying have very similar writing styles.

Even the strokes of some characters are the same.

This is a little difficult to tell.

After settling Dazhuang down and watching it eating diligently, Song Yiyi took the opportunity to touch its smooth fur.

Da Zhuang didn't even raise his head.

Song Yiyi touched its round head again.

After ravaging Dazhuang.

She went back to her room and compared the handwriting.