Mr. Lu, please keep your animal character

Chapter 82 [Cat CEO] Husband and wife have no overnight feud
I really didn't expect that someone would eat a two-day-expired bun for such a cat. Then he walked around to the cat's nest and "accidentally" kicked the express box.

"...Cat!" The cat almost pulled it out of the express box, and raised its face as if in a daze. The cat's face woke up later than the cat's brain, its blurry eyes looked at Sweeping, blinked, and meowed sleepily. Still outside the state.

Sweeping took off his eyes with one hand, folded them and put them on the bedside table, and apologized lukewarmly: "I'm sorry, Mr. Lu, I don't wear glasses, so I can't see clearly."

"Meow meow." The Maine Coon cat said it didn't blame her, lazily turned over and raised its tail as a sign of goodwill.

"...Meow?" The tail was raised halfway, and a tugging sensation suddenly came from the tip of the tail.

The Maine Coon cat looked along its tail, and the long, pointed hair of its tail was swept up and trampled under its feet.

The stepping position was just right, without touching any flesh and bone, but the longest tuft of cat hair was firmly planted under the feet.

"..." If you pull hard, the tail will break.

"Mr. Lu, I will receive a new express delivery in two days, and the box will be used to make a nest for you for free." The Maine Coon cat's eyes widened, and he bent his legs and sat down.

"Isn't the nest new?" Sweeping her feet didn't move at all. She wanted to take revenge on the expired buns. "In order to give you a new home, I also bought a courier. Is that good enough for you?"

"..." The Maine Coon cat raised its tail, but to no avail.He looked up at her and meowed innocently.Don't step on the cat's tail casually.

Sweeping glanced at him without seeing clearly, he took a towel and began to comb his hair, his foot not moving for a moment.

With his hair half-dried, Xiuan picked up his phone and started watching.

The waist is thin and straight, and the shoulders are not the standard linear right-angled shoulders. The healthy trapezius muscles fall on the shoulder blades and sweep up to raise the legs.

The foot that landed on the ground was still stepping on the tail of a certain cat. The Maine Coon cat looked at its own pointed tail with some sadness, and then looked at the bow-headed people who were swiping their phones.

The Maine Coon cat leaned over, lowered its head and scratched its own tail with its cat paws sadly, but the fluffy paws did not touch the feet of Sweeping, so it leaned gently, trying not to touch them.

"...I don't want to cook today. I want to order something to eat. Do you want to order?" Swian glanced down and couldn't see the specific appearance of the cat, just a ball of gray with rough edges, "Mr. Lu."

"...Meow." Sweeping his eyes narrowed, he saw clearly that the Maine Coon cat was looking down at his feet.

"What's wrong?" Swian smiled at the corner of his mouth, "My feet are beautiful?"

"..." The Maine Coon cat patted the back of her foot with its cat's paw and lowered its head.

"Huh?" Swallow reached out and took the glasses over, opened them gently, put them on the bridge of his nose, and flexed his index finger to push them.

He lowered his head and looked again, and then he saw clearly that he had stepped on someone else's things.

"Oh, I'm sorry." Sworn's apology style seemed to be lukewarm, and her tone was calmer than she usually spoke.

Sweeping his feet up, the cat's tail was raised in relief, and the Maine Coon cat squatted back, as if it was about to jump onto the bed.

"Tsk," Swian frowned: "You put your tail on the ground on the quilt without wiping it clean?"

The Maine Coon cat turned his head and looked at his tail aggrievedly, feeling a little worried. It was clearly not him who made it dirty.

"..." Sweeping looked at him, "Is it my fault?"

"Meow." The Maine Coon immediately jumped to the tissue box and lowered its head to wipe its tail.

Sweeping off his shoes, he lay lazily on his side, then lay on the quilt again, put his phone in front of his eyes, and started reading the menu.

The Maine Coon wiped the tip of its tail, hopped on top of the covers, and got under Sweeping's neck to watch with her.Sweep raised his chin and pressed it on the head of the Maine Coon cat, "Is there anything you like, order it together."

Mao Zhao rummaged through the phone interface for half a minute, then clicked into a high-end restaurant that offered delivery, and ordered Xuewang for two, as well as some other steaks and seafood.

"..." Sweep propped his chin with one hand, tonight is destined to be a big meal.

The Maine Coon cat ordered another piece of boiled fish, one piece of dried fish, one piece of dried meat, and several vegetarian side dishes, all for two people.

Sweep and add two portions of strawberry cake.

Dinner was delivered promptly.

Sweeping spent 5 minutes preparing Mr. Lu...his feast.

A plate of green grass picked freshly from the meadow outside the door and washed.On the other plate was an unopened bun.Mrs. Lu thoughtfully prepared a knife and fork for Mr. Lu, and placed a napkin in front of her.

There is an old saying, how can a husband and wife have an overnight feud?
Swallowing felt that this was quite right. If you have a grudge, you must avenge it on the spot.One more second makes me feel wronged.

"...Meow," the Maine Coon cat watched as Mrs. Agreement carefully opened the bun and put half of it into her mouth.

"It hasn't expired." Sweep raised his eyebrows in satisfaction, as if the taste was good for Mr. Lu.

"Let me see if there's nothing you can eat yet." Swian seemed to have forgotten that a certain cat's aristocratic cat food and snacks were piled up in the cabinet, and he was looking for leftovers in the empty jars left over a few days ago.

"Here, there is still a small dried fish." Sweep rolled a bit, pulled out the last half of the small fish tail from an empty jar, and put it next to half of the small bread.

"..." President Cat felt that his family conditions were not that good, "Meow."

Mr. Lu had a good eye when ordering. He took a piece of Xuewang and tasted it. The taste was familiar: "What a pity. The doctor said cats can't eat Xuewang."

"...Meow." The cat's paws silently rested on the edge of the fish plate. When a cat eats fish, he can always get a share of the bowl, right?
The cat's round eyes nodded expectantly, and he swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva.

"Let me take a look at this fish," Fan Fan reached out with his chopsticks, turned the fish over, and put the seasoning on it.

"Tsk, there are so many condiments," Swian Yan regretfully picked up a piece of fish, "The doctor said cats can't eat condiments, as it's not good for their health."

"..." The Maine Coon cat lowered his head and ate his own fish tail and half a bun.

"Don't be picky about food, eat more vegetables." Swirling chopsticks tapped the plate of grass next to him, "Balanced nutrition is good for the body, and this grass also helps digestion."

"..." The Maine Coon cat stared blankly at the two plates in front of him. He is picky about food. Please give him a choice if he is picky about food.

Sweeping to see Mr. Cat staring at the plate of grass in confusion, he must be afraid that he won't have enough to eat.

"Don't be afraid that you won't have enough food. There are still more than ten square meters outside," said Shanfan. She was quite generous with the delicious food. "I won't compete with you."

The Maine Coon cat was so worried that his whiskers were curled up, and he finally chose to eat only bread and dried fish.

"Jerky is very salty." Sao Ju frowned, he ate reluctantly but tasted delicious, full of contradictions, "The doctor said cats can't eat it."

"Meow!" Why is that doctor so busy?

Is he a cat? !Is he a cat? !
Didn't he never eat these things before, so he couldn't eat them today because he was starving?
The food had been eaten, and the Maine Coon cat leaned on the chair with a frustrated bow, looking at the two strawberry cakes that were swept next to it.

(End of this chapter)