In Chapter 5, he actually raised a kitten.
The last customer left the store, and the glass door closed again.
Jiang Yingxu went to the changing room, picked up his schoolbag, and took out a plastic bag from the side pocket.
Unwrapping it revealed a steamed bun that had been sitting for too long, had lost its moisture, and had become dry and hard.
Shi Miao leaned closer, sniffing with her pink nose, then took two steps back, her eyes showing a hint of shock.
She asked hesitantly, "Is this all?"
Does the main villain eat this?
Seeing Jiang Yingxu nod, Shi Miao moved her lips, as if to say that it was fine too.
But he licked his lips and looked at the steamed bun.
Shi Miao: "..."
Shi Miao whispered, "Okay, then."
In fact, Shi Miao was a stray cat for a period of time after she left her mother cat.
When there's absolutely nothing to eat, I've even rummaged through the trash.
However, after I went to a university, I never went hungry again.
The college students are very generous. Regularly, students from the cat association come to deliver cat food, and occasionally there are freeze-dried cat treats as a supplement.
She was extremely lucky to be hit by the Emperor's Dew on a moonlit night, which awakened her intelligence. She cleverly tricked and coaxed (crossed out) her way of getting snacks, and ate her fill every day.
"[Strange.]" Shi Miao licked her lips again, a little puzzled. "[Although I didn't like eating this kind of dry stuff before, I've been a homeless person, so I know that filling my stomach is the most important thing, and I wouldn't go hungry.]"
Now, I feel a growing sense of resistance and disgust from the bottom of my heart.
It's like getting used to eating delicacies every day and becoming picky and fussy.
The system dismissed it: "You've been eating too many snacks in the Main God Space, haven't you?"
In the cold, mechanical, silvery-white space, a brightly colored, furry creature suddenly appeared.
The systems are intelligent beings, which is fine, but the taskers are powerless to resist. They spend points to buy all kinds of snacks for the kitten, just to be able to touch her fluffy and soft fur.
Shi Miao thought about it and agreed.
The mission takers were all talented, spoke pleasantly, and even the snacks they offered smelled delicious.
Shi Miao communicated quickly with the system, and just as she took a small paw forward, she wanted to go over and take a bite.
Jiang Yingxu, who was squatting with his knees bent, twisted his wrist and stuffed the steamed bun back into the bag.
Shi Miao looked at him blankly.
What?
You won't even give the cat steamed buns?
The cat only eats a tiny bit!
It's not like I'm really trying to steal your food!
Jiang Yingxu lowered his eyes and asked in a calm voice, "Can I drink milk?"
Shi Miao tilted her head and meowed, "Yes, I can. I'm a cat demon, and I can eat anything that you humans eat."
Jiang Yingxu hummed in agreement, said "Wait a moment," and got up to walk toward the shelves.
Shi Miao curiously peeked out and saw him take a small bottle of fresh milk from the refrigerator.
Then I took a sturdy plastic bowl and poured the fresh milk into it.
The microwave oven roared to life, making a "ding" sound.
Shi Miao jumped onto the cashier's counter, sat in the corner, and watched Jiang Yingxu put down a plastic bowl containing fragrant fresh milk and ready-to-eat chicken breast in front of her.
They were all carefully heated to the perfect temperature for eating.
After Jiang Yingxu finished all that, he casually picked up the steamed bun, too lazy to heat it up, and put it directly into his mouth.
Shi Miao: "!"
Shi Miao slapped Jiang Yingxu's wrist with her paw, her cat eyes wide, and said urgently, "This is cold."
Jiang Yingxu paused for a moment, then said, "It's nothing."
He's used to it.
It doesn't matter what I eat, it's just to fill my stomach anyway.
The boy sat on the stool behind the counter with his legs bent, about the same height as Shi Miao. His baseball cap pressed down on his short, black hair, his long eyelashes were slightly lowered, his eyes were dark, and his face had an indifferent look on his face.
Shi Miao felt that the face looked somewhat familiar.
He quickly recalled how he had acted the same way when facing the group of thugs in the dimly lit alley or when dealing with his wounds in the pharmacy.
Cold and indifferent.
Completely indifferent.
Shi Miao knew that she had entered the world of the book and also knew the general plot.
However, the plot unfolds from the male protagonist's perspective.
There are very few scenes involving Jiang Yingxu at school.
It won't be until later in the story, when the male lead and Jiang Yingxu clash, that Jiang Yingxu's storyline will become more prominent.
Even the events that unfolded in the alley tonight only exist in a casual recollection that Jiang Yingxu mentioned in jest.
There weren't even three lines of text.
He said he still remembered the time when he took 500 yuan from his uncle and aunt for living expenses at the beginning of his senior year of high school, which made his cousin hold a grudge and had someone block him, which caused some trouble.
To describe it lightly.
It flashed by.
Shi Miao remained oblivious, naturally viewing everything as just a story.
But when she got closer to Jiang Yingxu, she saw him with her own eyes.
The book contains only a few words.
These are real, bloody wounds on his body.
The injury is real, and the pain is real.
But he got used to it and became indifferent to it.
Shi Miao's tail slapped against the table, and she felt inexplicably annoyed.
"……no."
She said slowly and stubbornly, "This steamed bun is cold and hard; it's bad for your stomach if you eat it."
A kitten's normal body temperature is higher than a human's.
A pink, mangosteen-like hand pressed against Jiang Yingxu's wrist, bringing a subtle sensation that was both itchy and hot through the thin fabric.
For the first time, Jiang Yingxu felt a chill.
His fingertips trembled almost imperceptibly, as he tried to avoid it without making a sound.
Shi Miao didn't notice his little movement. The little cat's paw moved forward again and touched Jiang Yingxu's fingers.
The gloves blocked most of the sense of touch.
Jiang Yingxu's breathing quickened for a moment, his jawline tightened, and he subconsciously lowered his eyes.
Then the cat lightly patted the steamed bun with its paw.
The originally dry and hard steamed buns suddenly became plump and soft, emitting a warm glow, as if time had reversed and they had returned to the time when they were fresh out of the oven.
A magnificent and exquisite magic.
Jiang Yingxu was stunned.
Shi Miao withdrew her claws and pushed the plastic bowl containing fresh milk towards Jiang Yingxu.
“I can’t finish this bowl,” she meowed, “I’ll share half with you.”
Early autumn, the night was still scorching hot.
The convenience store's air conditioning was set low, creating a pleasantly cool atmosphere.
Jiang Yingxu sat on the stool and took a sip of hot, slightly sweet fresh milk.
When was the last time you drank fresh milk?
Jiang Yingxu thought that it seemed to be when his parents were still alive that every morning, the milkman would put fresh milk in the milk box downstairs.
A heavy glass bottle.
After being heated, it appears next to a carefully prepared breakfast.
Or, when he was late and rushed out the door, his father would take the milk box out and stuff it into the side pocket of his schoolbag.
It may not cost much, but it silently conveys deep affection.
Jiang Yingxu was indeed short of money. The five hundred yuan that Jiang Tianhao resented was actually the only money he could get from his uncle and aunt this semester.
But it's not that I can't afford it.
It's just a bottle of milk.
I just never thought about it, I just felt it was unnecessary, I just got used to it.
Jiang Yingxu lowered his eyes, watching the kitten munching on chicken breast, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly as he swallowed the warm meat.
The world is truly wondrous.
He actually managed to get half a bowl of fresh milk from a little cat demon.
The monotonous and lonely part-time job life, which lasted day after day, also brought a soft little cat curled up at my feet.
It made him feel a little uncomfortable, yet he also longed for it.
Jiang Yingxu thought, whatever her motives or purposes, it didn't matter.
He actually took it seriously and raised a kitten.
Let's do it later.
Reveal it later.
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