Song Yiyi was so surprised that her voice couldn't help but rise: "Whose little kitten are you? Wow, you're so fat! Pet it."

She grabbed the big fat orange that was nestled on her belly, sat up in an instant and held it in her arms.

Daju kicked his hind legs and tried to escape, but Song Yiyi held him tightly.

"It's already, don't move, let your sister rub it for a while, just once."

The fat cat continued to struggle.

Song Yiyi touched its fat head and said, "Here's some meat for you!"

The big fat orange finally stopped struggling.

It seems to be a foodie cat.

Song Yiyi looked at the cat carefully. Its fur was clean and neat, and the cat was plump.

It must have an owner.

She didn't take the baby home, and made an appointment with the fat boy to come over after lunch.

The little fat boy should have understood.

Song Yiyi was about to leave, and it kept staring at her.

At noon, Cai Mengjun wanted to stew a chicken, saying it was to nourish Song Yiyi.

Song Yiyi and Cai Mengjun blanched the chicken and asked for a piece of meat to keep for later use.

After lunch, she returned to the flower bed.

The little fat boy is still there.

Song Yiyi took out the egg yolks and chicken wrapped in oil paper, and the little fat boy came out by himself.

It eats in a surprisingly elegant manner.

Song Yiyi curled up in a chair with her butt hot from the sun, and felt that the pain from her period was much relieved.

"Little Fatty, you eat so politely, how did you manage to eat yourself into a ball?"

The little fat boy was eating hard.

Song Yiyi: "Little Fatty, what name did your master give you?"

The fat boy didn't even raise his head.

Song Yiyi: "Little Fatty, do you have a master? Didn't you go home with your sister?"

The little fat boy continued to eat.

Song Yiyi: “…”

Forget it, play the piano to the cat.

As Song Yiyi sat there, she suddenly missed the strawberry cake in an enamel basin that she had bought before she got married.

I should have taken a bite first.

Seeing the little fat boy eating so happily, she also started to drool.

There is only an enamel basin here, no cream, no cake, and no strawberries!

An idea suddenly flashed through Song Yiyi's mind. She wanted to replicate the enamel basin strawberry cake by herself.

Just do it.

She stood up and asked the orange cat who was dozing beside her with its eyes closed after dinner: "Little Fatty, sister is leaving. Do you want to go home with me?"

Fat Orange opened his eyes and looked at her with the most innocent and simple eyes.

Song Yiyi's heart was suddenly moved, and she immediately reached out to hug Pangju.

Who knew that just when he was about to succeed, Fat Orange suddenly moved swiftly and disappeared into the flower bed.

Song Yiyi curled her lips and said, "You little idiot, run away after eating your fill."

She went to the military district service center to buy eggs and glass bottles of milk.

Unable to buy strawberries, Song Yiyi simply gave them up.

When she walked back, she met Gu Heng and Cen Yue again.

Gu Heng was still wearing casual clothes and looked easy-going and approachable.

Cen Yue was different. He was meticulous in his casual clothes, with his dress code buttons buttoned up neatly.