Back on the second floor of the cat cafe, Chen Cheng stuffed two sets of clothes into Wutong's pocket and asked Wutong to go to the bathroom to take a good bath. Then he turned around and fell on the sofa in a Ge You-like posture, intending to have a good rest.

Ah... Although I didn't do anything today, I still worked hard.

Xin Sheng, who was sitting on the sofa watching Ye Xi write a novel, noticed Chen Cheng's appearance, turned over, rested his head on Chen Cheng's belly, sniffed the scent of Chen Cheng, and closed his eyes with peace of mind.

Rubbing Xinsheng's long gray hair and feeling the softness coming from his palms, Shen Cheng looked very comfortable.

"Master, please lift your feet." Xue'er, who was mopping the floor, passed by Shen Cheng and said.

"Hmm..." After a lazy response, Shen Cheng lifted his feet and let Xue'er drag him over.

After a while, Liusu, who had changed into work clothes, walked out of the room. It seemed that she was going downstairs to help. Shen Cheng couldn't help but say, "Liusu, take a rest first."

"No, I'm not that tired. I'll go down and help Sister Huihui and the others first." Liusu waved her hand and said.

"Well...then you go down first, and I'll go down to help later."

"Okay, it's okay if you rest a little longer."

After saying that, Liusu turned around and went downstairs.

After watching Liusu leave, Chen Cheng continued to recline on the sofa, muttering, "How wonderful it would be if I could stay like this every day, not working, just lying on the sofa and enjoying life..."

"Is that what you think?" Ye Xi heard this, turned her head to look at Chen Cheng, and said with a smile: "How about you stop caring about the cat cafe and take care of me instead? I can write novels to support you."

Chen Cheng shook his head repeatedly: "I opened a cat cafe not just to make money. Besides, you said you would write novels to support me, at least update twice a day, right?"

"A large part of my novel writing is interest and hobby. If I set the goal of updating twice a day, wouldn't that be no different from punching in at work?" Ye Xi replied to Chen Cheng, then turned around and continued writing her novel.

Shen Cheng: “…”

"By the way, Chen Cheng, a lot of readers have given me gifts recently, probably tens of thousands of yuan, I have transferred them all to your card."

Chen Cheng's mouth twitched slightly. Even a scumbag like Ye Xi still has readers donating money?

"Why don't you keep this money for yourself? What are you giving it to me?" Shen Cheng asked.

Ye Xi took her hands off the keyboard and stretched lazily. Her slender figure made Shen Cheng a little dazed: "I'll transfer all the money to you, and then you will support me. How about it, is it a good fit?"

It's as if I won't support you if you don't make money...

Shaking his head, Shen Cheng complained in his heart.

Come to think of it, the computer I promised to buy for Ye Xi hasn’t been bought yet. I can just use the money Ye Xi sent me to buy one for her.

Next, take a five-minute break.

Just as Shen Cheng had this thought, he saw the bathroom door being pushed open, and Wutong, wearing a brand new white sweatshirt, walked out. He said to Shen Cheng a little embarrassedly: "Um... Shen Cheng, I haven't eaten for a whole day. Is there anything to eat?"

Wutong's figure was already quite large, and now that she had taken off her heavy cotton jacket and put on a light sweatshirt, her figure was greatly highlighted.

Especially the pair of fleshy legs in Wutong's lower body, which made Shen Cheng's nose feel a little hot when he saw it since he had just come out of the bath.

Why do I feel like my self-control has deteriorated recently?

After muttering to himself, Chen Cheng gently lifted Xinsheng's head, stood up, and took out a pillow and placed it under Xinsheng's head.

During the entire process, Xinsheng remained in a deep sleep and was not awakened by Shen Cheng's actions.

"I'll fry you... uh, a plate of rice." Turning his head, Chen Cheng said to Wutong.

Originally, Chen Cheng wanted to make fried eggs for Wutong, but giving eggs to Ji Huanya...something always felt weird.

Well... if you think about it this way, it seems that Wutong can't eat those cakes.

In this case, the matter of bringing Wutong to Guangdian Cat Cafe needs more consideration.

"Yeah." Wutong nodded.

Giving up the brief rest time, Shen Cheng walked into the kitchen. There happened to be some leftovers from yesterday, so he took out the sausages he brought back from his hometown and personally fried a plate of fried rice for Wutong.

It feels like I haven’t cooked for a long time, but luckily my cooking skills are still fresh...

When Shen Cheng walked out of the kitchen carrying the fragrant fried rice, he saw Wutong standing behind Ye Xi and chattering at first sight.

"Wow, are you writing a novel? That's amazing!"

"You write so well. If it were me, I wouldn't be able to write a single word."

"Where did you learn all these allusions from? Can you tell me about them?"

Ye Xi's eyes were still fixed on the computer screen. Without even turning his head, he said calmly, "You're so noisy."

"Okay, Wutong, it's time to eat." Chen Cheng said helplessly. It seems that his speculation was correct. Wutong was indeed missing a string.

But this personality is not too annoying, of course, except for Ye Xi's personality.

Maybe Wutong and Cheese Xiang Xin would get along better?

"What a nice smell!" Wutong sniffed, his eyes lit up, and he turned around and ran to Shen Cheng.

"Go sit at the dining table, don't be anxious." Shen Cheng said with a faint smile.

Hearing this, Wutong immediately went to the dining table and sat down obediently. Shen Cheng brought the fried rice to the table and handed Wutong a spoon: "Come, try it."

Taking the spoon, Wutong scooped a large spoonful of fried rice into his mouth and chewed it hard. The taste lingering between his teeth made Wutong almost swallow his tongue: "Good!"

"As long as you like it, eat slowly."

After comforting Wutong, Shen Cheng happened to see Xue'er passing by with a garbage bag, and took it over: "Let me throw it away, I just happened to be going downstairs to help."

"Then I'll trouble you, Master." Xue'er wiped the sweat from her forehead and laughed.

"I'd like to trouble you to help me look after Wutong from now on. That guy is quite troublesome." Shen Cheng said.

"Well, leave it to me. I think Wutong has a very good personality."

"I hope you don't find it troublesome."

Coming downstairs, Shen Cheng first threw away the garbage he brought down, then came to the front desk and said to Xi Ming: "I'll have a cup of Xi Ming's special blend coffee, thank you."

"Okay, here's a blended coffee filled with Ximing's love. Please wait a moment, boss." Ximing said with a smile.

The smile on the face of a male customer who was happily drinking coffee nearby instantly disappeared. He felt the coffee in his hand was extremely bitter and left silently with the cat in his arms.

Shen Cheng: “…”

Fortunately, Xi Ming usually jokes like this. Although it caused range AOE damage to the surrounding guests, Shen Cheng thought he was immune to it.