Feng Qing thought that Li Qi was a very kind child.

Although he always had a blank expression on his face and seemed to be silent, he inexplicably picked up a cat when he went out for a walk.

A fat cat.

Feng Qing herself was still in the state of raising cats.

She was the kind of person who particularly liked cats, but hated cat hair and feces, so she liked a lot of cats, but had never thought of raising one herself.

But Li Qi said that he would raise this cat and would be responsible for shoveling the cat's feces.

Then Feng Qing would have a free cat to pet without having to clean up. She felt very happy and even ordered a lot of cat things on Taobao.

But there was just one problem.

…At night, Feng Qing stroked the cat’s fur. It was a big orange cat, and a lovely little sister.

This big orange cat was shiny and smooth. Feng Qing felt that she must be a famous village beauty in the surrounding villages. He didn’t know how she was brought back by Li Qi.

She lowered her head and buried it in the basin, eating the cat rice that Li Qi made for her.

“Oh, she is worthy of being a big orange cat. Look at her appetite.” Feng Qing had just finished sighing when he suddenly heard Li Qi coming out of the kitchen.

Before he could open his mouth to talk to Li Qi, Feng Qing suddenly heard the big orange cat next to him roar, and the whole cat exploded.

"Oh my god, again?" Feng Qing looked at the cat with its fur standing on end, and curiously poked her arched back. The cat didn't care about being poked on the back, but just stared at Li Qi over there with her eyes.

It felt fleshy and comfortable.

Li Qi glanced at the cat indifferently.

The cat must have been wandering for a long time, and it was very human-like, so it remembered his face.

This morning, after the cat woke up from coma, it let out a shrill howl when it saw Li Qi's face, and then tried desperately to escape from the inn.

Then she was locked by Li Qi's murderous aura.

Li Qi walked over quietly. The closer he got to the cat, the more the cat's fur stood up. When he walked to the cat, the cat had already exploded into a ball of fur.

But she didn't run away.

"Here you go." Li Qi poured the fried fish from his plate into the food bowl in front of the cat.

Then he left without saying a word.

After Li Qi left the room, the cat slowly relaxed, turned into a ball again, and then lay down to continue eating.

"Hunk, hunk, hunk..."

"Are you a cat or a pig?" Feng Qing poked her back and said, "Pigs are not as good as you."

"Also, don't be mean to Li Qi in the future. He cooks your meals and cleans your shit. How can you be so arrogant?"

Feng Qing had never raised other cats. This was her first time to get close to a real cat, so she sighed in her heart that cats are indeed strange animals.

Why is Li Qi, who is responsible for cooking and cleaning his shit, so unpopular with her? Why is she always being clingy to by this cat when she lets him go?

Because this cat is very fat, she was later named Li Xihe.

...

Don't get entangled in this cause and effect relationship.

In fact, when Feng Qing heard this name for the first time, she was also shocked.

Of course, this name was not given by her, but by Li Qi.

In fact, what shocked Feng Qing was not that she, a seemingly ordinary girl, actually went to ask those educated people in the village for advice on naming a cat. She was just shocked why someone would give a cat such a name.

At first, she just wanted to call her Qiuqiu, or Juzhu.

"I asked Mr. Sun, and he said that in ancient times there was a goddess representing the sun, and her name was Xihe." Li Qi said very seriously, "So the name of this cat is Li Xihe."

...No, she doesn't understand the cause and effect of your sentence at all. Why should the name of the sun goddess be given to a cat? And why does this cat have a surname?

Feng Qing was a little dazed. She felt that Li Qi's current behavior was more suitable for his daughter's full moon banquet, but not for the current scene.

She immediately saw through Li Qi's cat slave nature. Of course, in ancient times, if a person called a cat a son or a daughter, he would be considered mentally ill. But Feng Qing, who came from the modern era, was no longer surprised by this, so she was very calm.

"But then again, why did you name a cat Li Xihe?" Feng Qing couldn't help asking again before going to bed at night.

She was really very curious, and her heart felt like a little hand was grabbing her heart and liver.

Li Qi was silent for a while, then said: "Because the sun is brighter than the stars, the stars cannot hurt the sun."

...

Feng Qing waited quietly for ten seconds, and then Li Qi said nothing more.

This, is it over? Feng Qing was a little confused.

What on earth did this explain?

She looked at Li Qi's back as he left, and felt that she was getting more and more confused about this guy.

But looking at Li Qi's appearance, he looked like the kind of person who would treat a cat as a lady's pet.

She decided to call this cat Li Xiaoqi.

No matter what this guy Li Qi said, today this cat had to be called Li Xiaoqi.

Li Xiaoqi is really a very smart guy. I don't know if she has seen through Li Qi's nature as a worker, so she sticks to Feng Qing all day long. Whether Feng Qing is eating melon seeds or watching TV series, she will not come down.

Feng Qing is eating melon seeds while watching TV series.

Recently, someone on the forum gave her a suggestion, asking her to watch some martial arts dramas when she has nothing to do to supplement her knowledge. Feng Qing thinks this suggestion is more reliable.

After all, if you watch martial arts dramas day and night in modern times, it can be regarded as a bit of a waste of time, but in the world of martial arts, it can be regarded as reading a textbook! There is no sense of guilt at all.

So she started to slack off these few days, starting with Jin Yong, eating duck necks and melon seeds while reading.

Yesterday, Feng Qing watched The Smiling, Proud Wanderer. She not only watched the TV series, but also found a movie to watch, drooling while watching.

Alas, she also wanted to be a hero, but unfortunately her physical fitness was not good enough.

At this moment, Feng Qing's mobile phone placed beside her rang, and she took it out to see.

[You have been doing well recently. ]

Feng Qing was so scared that she was alert in the middle of the night.

This message looks ordinary on the surface, and in fact it is really ordinary.

The only strange thing is its sender.

This was sent to her by her boss.

Feng Qing climbed up and said flatteringly, [Boss, why did you suddenly appear? Do you have any instructions? ]

Obviously she couldn't see the boss, but she didn't dare to reduce her flattering smile at all.

[No instructions, I just think you have done well so far. 】

This capable tone could not possibly come from her fat boss, Feng Qing just pretended not to see it.

She continued to flatter, [Boss, actually I am very happy that you compliment me... But our store's business doesn't seem to be that good recently. 】

Except for the one ingot she received from the broken counter, Feng Qing didn't actually make much.

By the way, the copper coins Feng Qing received in the inn could not be sold and exchanged for money in modern times, so in fact, one ingot she earned in the inn was not as valuable as the one hundred yuan in her bank card. After all, this one hundred yuan could buy thirty-three bottles of Coke. And this ingot couldn't even buy a bottle of Coke.

She had gone out to the streets a few times, but the production capacity in ancient times was limited, and those small things could be used as toys. Cosmetics and fabrics were also quite retro, but the clothing styles of the largest tailoring shop in the town were not as many as those of an ordinary Hanfu store on Taobao.

And those cosmetics... the heavy metal content of cosmetics in ancient times was generally higher than the standard. Feng Qing didn't know whether this was true or false, but she didn't dare to put these things on her face casually.

Obviously, she still followed the bloggers on the video website to learn the ancient method of making rouge every day, but now, she dared not use the authentic ancient rouge that cost ten cents a box.

So in summary, how much money the store makes has nothing to do with her. She still relies on the 4,000 yuan that comes from her bank card every month to make a living.

Feng Qing feels that she may have reached a state of indifference to fame and fortune in some way.

This leads to Feng Qing sometimes feeling that it doesn’t matter how much the customers give, and she doesn’t care about the store’s income and expenditure at all, basically as long as she doesn’t lose money. What’s more

, this small town in the south of the Yangtze River has a small population. Even the most popular store probably doesn’t have such a large flow of customers. How can it deserve a good evaluation from her boss?

[Don’t worry about this.] Her boss said in a particularly domineering tone, [I am very satisfied.]

Okay, as long as you are satisfied.

Feng Qing said absolutely nothing.

After she exchanged pleasantries with her boss, she asked tentatively, "Boss, it will be the end of the month in a few days. I usually go home on those days. Do you think my job has changed a little bit now, can I still...?"

"You can go home to visit your family."

Feng Qing was suddenly stunned.

She was stunned for so long that she didn't pay much attention to what the boss said next. It

was not until WeChat kept ringing that Feng Qing suddenly came back to her senses and held her phone like a treasure.

"But, you have to remember, you have to stick to the way you are now, otherwise..." After the word "otherwise" was said, there was no movement at all, leaving Feng Qing alone staring at the phone.

She was stunned for a long time, and then suddenly she spun and jumped on the spot for a long time, dancing and pounding the wall, and it took a long time for her to calm down.

After her biggest wish was solved, Feng Qing began to feel that her life could be completely laid back.

She had money and a house, new clothes to wear, games to play, Coke to drink, no need to work hard, and went home on time every month. Now she even had roommates to help cook and clean, and raise cats. This kind of life could really beat 90% of the people in the world.

But there was one thing Feng Qing still didn't understand.

She suddenly raised her head, and thought a little dazedly about what the boss meant by "Just stick to the way you are now"?

Did he want her to stay in this salted fish state?

Hiss... Party A is getting more and more difficult to figure out these days. I've heard of people paying to chat with others and paying to do work, but I've never heard of people paying to slack off.

This boss of mine is really thoughtful. Feng Qing propped his chin with one hand and nodded deeply.

Bosses, do you see this?

What is the pattern?