Tiger, I rejected the iron rice bowl.

Upon hearing this, Wang Yu let out a disgruntled "woof," raised its head slightly, and looked arrogant, thinking to itself, "What big cat? I am a majestic Siberian tiger, not one of those delicate little kittens!"

Scrolling down, a serious comment caught their attention. Tang Li slowed her speech and read it aloud, word by word:

"The Siberian tiger has the best temperament of all tiger species. My grandfathers in Northeast China told me that when they were young, they went to the Siberian tiger's territory to pick mushrooms. The tigers would remotely follow and monitor them, but they would not attack them. The Siberian tiger is very intelligent and knows that you will not pose a threat to it. That's why the ancients called it the divine tiger!"

After reading the comment, Tang Li gently rubbed Wang Yuyu's tiger head, slowly combing his soft fur, her smile both gentle and proud:

"See that? A secure job! That's a compliment, saying you're intelligent and understanding, and even a divine tiger recognized by the ancients. That's amazing!"

Wang Yuyu's eyes lit up instantly, his amber eyes filled with pride and self-satisfaction. He nodded slightly, and his tail unconsciously twitched gently, his entire body of tiger fur exuding smugness.

Being praised so solemnly, and even called "Divine Tiger," made him extremely happy. The little bit of resentment he felt earlier because of Tang Li had long since vanished.

The man and the tiger continued watching, and before they knew it, they had watched all the videos about Wang Yuyu in Tang Li's account.

Wang Yu looked at himself on the screen, his eyes filled with surprise. He never expected that the little ball would capture so many moments of him, including his fierce hunting skills in the wild, his silly eating habits, and his lazy sleeping.

Looking at himself from another perspective, he became more and more satisfied, secretly praising himself: "So handsome, so incredibly handsome!"

"How can there be such a majestic, powerful, and adorable tiger in the world? Only I, the King, could possess such grace!"

Especially when watching the compilation of exciting hunting moments in the video, with his agile figure like an arrow, his sharp eyes like a knife, and his sharp teeth biting the neck of his prey, he looked majestic and awe-inspiring.

Wang Yu nodded repeatedly, and couldn't help but pat her paws lightly as if applauding herself. Her narcissistic expression was impossible to hide.

After watching all the videos, Wang Yuyu could no longer contain his pride. He suddenly stood up, arched his body slightly, and gently lifted Tang Li off his back to the side.

He then hurriedly walked towards the large mirror in the room, without even glancing back at Tang Li.

Tang Li was caught off guard by his sudden action and almost fell to the ground.

She steadied herself and watched Wang Yuyu's hurried figure, completely bewildered. With a puzzled look, she asked, "Hey? Where are you going? Aren't you going to watch the video?"

Wang Yuyu completely ignored Tang Li's question, walked quickly to the mirror without stopping, obediently squatted down, and carefully examined herself in the mirror.

The tiger's glossy fur, sharp yet lively amber eyes, thick and powerful limbs, and majestic appearance made him more and more satisfied the more he looked at it. He couldn't help but smile, and even his tail wagged happily.

Seeing Wang Yuyu admiring herself in the mirror, Tang Li couldn't help but laugh in exasperation. She muttered under her breath, "Goodness, how come I never noticed how narcissistic you are before? You're actually admiring yourself in the mirror now, even more vain than a little girl!"

She quickly scrambled to her feet, ran over, and pounced on Wang Yuyu's back, hugging his neck tightly and pressing her head against his tiger head. She then looked at her reflection in the mirror, her tone full of teasing:

"Who is this? He's so cute and handsome, he's absolutely captivating!"

"Oh! I see! So it's our narcissistic and arrogant 'iron rice bowl'!"

As she spoke, she reached out and deliberately ruffled Wang Yuyu's neatly combed tiger fur, leaving strands stuck to his head and completely ruining his "handsome image."

Looking at her ruffled tiger fur in the mirror, and feeling Tang Li's restless hands on her back, Wang Yuyu's anger flared instantly. She roared inwardly, "Tang Li, you're so annoying!"

"Stop messing around! Can't you see I'm admiring my own handsome face? You've ruffled all my fur!"

Unable to bear it any longer, he suddenly raised his tiger head and gently bumped it against Tang Li's forehead.

With a soft "bang," Tang Li saw stars and felt dizzy. She frantically covered her forehead and collapsed to the ground, unable to recover for a long time.

"Ouch...it hurts so much!"

Tang Li rubbed her forehead, which was red from the impact, and shook her head vigorously, trying to dispel the dizziness. She kept muttering, "An iron rice bowl! Do you know how hard your head is?"

"Are you trying to kill me?! It hurts so much!"

She rubbed her forehead, looking at Wang Yuyu with a pitiful expression. Her tone softened, carrying a hint of coquettish complaint: "Aren't you going to come and help me? I can't get up, my head is spinning. Come and be my cushion!"

Seeing Tang Li clutching her forehead and looking distressed, Wang Yuyu's anger vanished instantly, replaced by panic and guilt.

He didn't even bother admiring himself in the mirror anymore. He quickly turned around, ran behind Tang Li, and obediently lay down, using his thick, warm back to support her.

He would occasionally nuzzle her arm gently with his head, making soft, whimpering sounds, as if apologizing or comforting her.

Tang Li didn't stand on ceremony. Seeing this, she immediately leaned against his warm tiger back, burying her face in the soft tiger fur. She took a deep breath, and the rich tiger scent instantly dispelled some of her dizziness.

She closed her eyes, leaned against Wang Yuyu obediently, and slowly calmed down, but a faint smile unconsciously appeared on her lips.

Wang Yuyu remained lying face down, motionless, even breathing very softly, for fear of disturbing Tang Li.

After waiting for a while, Tang Li still didn't make a sound or make any restless touches. He became anxious and his mind was in turmoil, with all sorts of thoughts churning around him.

"Did I really cause an accident?"

He panicked inwardly, "I didn't use much force, I just bumped into her lightly, how could this happen? She's too weak!"

"If she really gets hurt, will she ever be afraid of me again?"

The moment this thought crossed Wang Yuyu's mind, her heart clenched. "What if she becomes afraid of me, and stops being affectionate with me, stops feeding me, and stops sleeping with me?"

"I didn't mean to... What would I do if something really happened to her?"

The more he thought about it, the more panicked he became. His tiger fur tensed slightly, and he lay there like a wooden statue, not daring to move a single paw. He only dared to steal glances at Tang Li out of the corner of his eye, his eyes filled with helplessness and guilt.