Why bother with dating when you already have a cat?

I wish I had a mobile phone to play with.

However, the kitten can't speak right now, so it has to put up with its poor behavior.

Here, take it.

Whether it was because she heard Xiaoyu's thoughts or not, before leaving, Aiqing actually took out her phone, unlocked it, opened her Bilibili account, and placed it in front of Xiaoyu.

"Can you order some?"

When the little fish saw the phone, its eyes lit up immediately. It stretched out its little paw and pressed a video button on it.

Enter the video playback page.

Everything went smoothly!

To exit, you don't need to press the button in the upper left corner. Just use the phone's built-in back button and swipe left on the screen.

"As long as I can play, that's fine." Ai Qing looked at her phone, still a little reluctant to part with it.

After all, he, a modern person, is still quite unaccustomed to being away from his phone for a period of time.

Since she had already given it to him, Ai Qing didn't think much of it. She just instructed him, "You can only watch videos on Bilibili. You're not allowed to open any other apps, understand?"

"Meow~" The little fish nodded repeatedly, indicating that it understood.

She's happy with the videos on Bilibili; she doesn't really do much else anyway.

At most, I'll read Ai Qing's novels.

However, typing with a cat's paw feels a bit troublesome, and she's also afraid of being discovered by Ai Qing, so watching videos is fine.

"That's fine for now." Ai Qing patted Xiao Yu's head again to make sure everything was alright, then left the bedroom and went downstairs to have lunch.

Chapter 89 Bilibili Following List

Where is Dad?

In the living room on the first floor, Ai Qing helped her grandmother and mother carry the prepared dishes to the dining table outside. She then turned to the two people in the kitchen and asked them a question.

"It's in the study on the second floor, didn't you see it?"

"Oh, I didn't notice." Ai Qing shook her head. "What was he doing in the study?"

"I've been busy with work. They said there's something that needs to be rewritten." Yao Qiang washed her hands, hung her apron on the wall, then dried her hands and smoothed her hair.

"Hmm? You found a job?" Ai Qing raised an eyebrow, curious. "What kind of job?"

"A copywriting editor at an entertainment media company," Yao Qiang said simply. "I write copy and stuff related to topics in the entertainment industry."

“Uh…” Ai Qing scratched her head, unable to imagine her father writing about this kind of thing.

No wonder he kept insisting that he would never write that kind of thing.

“Traditional media is declining now, so he should at least get more involved in online media communication methods,” Yao Qiang said. “I don’t really recommend that he write this kind of content, but nowadays, a large number of job postings are basically related to this area.”

It is already difficult for middle-aged people to find jobs.

Not to mention veterans like Ai Zhongguo, who have worked at the same publishing house for many years.

Once he leaves the company, his long-established work habits and the publishing house's relatively outdated work style and processes will make it difficult for Ai Zhongguo to adapt to a new work environment.

So, I might as well write online novels.

Ai Qing just thought to herself, after all, advising someone to write online novels is like being struck by lightning.

Ai Qing didn't get involved in her elders' affairs; she asked once and then didn't say anything more.

Watching Yao Qiang go upstairs to call Ai Zhongguo down for dinner, Ai Qing squatted in the living room and poked Da Ju's belly.

Although it spent more than half a month at the pet hospital losing weight and is no longer the round, chubby creature it used to be, the orange tabby is still the heaviest of the three.

After being locked inside the house, the three big guys didn't show any signs of discomfort and trusted Lang Xiangying completely.

Once inside, there was food and drink, which was much more comfortable than the days of wandering outside.

Lang Xiangying had originally planned to open a can of food to appease him.

As a result, the three of them became incredibly outgoing and familiar with each other.

Big Orange wiggled its way onto the sofa and lay there without moving.

The sheriff was slightly better, but he hadn't gotten used to the Elizabethan collar on his head. He was always wobbly when he walked and could barely jump. He would just wander around the house, then find a place to lie down for a while, repeating this process over and over.

The Japanese are relatively better; they always like to crawl onto the countertops of cabinets or jump around in empty delivery boxes.

Sometimes when I'm not thinking clearly, I even want to crawl under the sofa.

Given its size, it wouldn't normally be a problem, but now that it has a trumpet flower on its head, it definitely can't squeeze in. It can only keep pushing its head against the sofa crack.

Ai Qing had serious doubts about whether these children, after recovering from their wounds, would be able to adapt to life as wanderers once they were released back into the mountains.

However, it's not that difficult to simply wander around the neighborhood.

The elderly people in the neighborhood are all very kind, and it's not just Lang Xiangying who feeds the cats; it's just a matter of frequency.

Cats that have been straying in the neighborhood for a long time are generally not afraid of elderly people.

Sometimes when Ailisong meets up with people to go fishing at the pond in the community, stray cats often wander around nearby or lie down to sunbathe.

Even if an elderly person touches it, they won't resist.

They've already been "tamed" by the grandparents in the neighborhood.

At 11:30 a.m., the family of five gathered together for lunch.

When the conversation turned to Ae Jong-kook's current job, he frowned deeply and couldn't help but say, "Now I understand why people always say that kids who are obsessed with celebrities are prone to problems."

"I used to think that idolizing celebrities was a matter of personal freedom, and that you could idolize them if you wanted to. After all, who didn't like a few Hong Kong and Taiwanese stars in our generation?"

"I've seen it for myself recently, and it's really different from what we had back then."

When it comes to Hong Kong and Taiwanese celebrities, Ai Lisong gets really into it. He took a sip of baijiu, smacked his lips, and asked, "What's the difference? Aren't we all just chasing after stars?"

"Then let me ask you a question," Ai Zhongguo chuckled, "What is a die-hard fan?"

"So you're a fan who really likes this celebrity, right?" Ai Qing, being a young man, was quite knowledgeable about this.

"I guess so." Ai Zhongguo nodded reluctantly, then asked, "Do you know what group fans, solo fans, toxic solo fans, CP fans, dual fans, family fans, and achievement fans are?"

Ai Qing opened her mouth, only to feel a bit of a headache.

Some words can be guessed from their literal meaning, but some words are so obscure that you have no idea what they mean just by hearing them.

"All of these are just nouns and pronouns used to categorize the fans of a certain celebrity or group." Ai Zhongguo couldn't help but click his tongue. "I haven't written many articles since I started working; I've been spending all my time learning new terms here."

Ai Qing suppressed a laugh, finding it rather amusing that her father was being forced to embrace the trend of the new generation of young people chasing after celebrities.

However, he also needs to be vigilant, lest Xiaoyu also become such an irrational star-chasing girl.

He couldn't stand the thought of raising a girl like that right under his nose.

The thought of this made Ai Qing's hands itch, but when she reached into her pocket, she remembered that her phone was still with Xiao Yu.

It feels strangely empty when your phone isn't with you.

Without my phone with me, I always feel like a piece of my body is missing, and I feel uncomfortable all over.

"Having a job is always a good thing," Lang Xiangying advised. "So what have you been writing these past few days?"

"I won't say, I won't say," Ai Zhongguo shook his head repeatedly.

Having written serious news reports for decades, it would be quite a challenge for him to now read aloud the articles he's written in the last few days.

Ai Zhongguo then turned his gaze to Ai Qing and changed the subject, asking, "I remember you said before that the novel started making money last month? Have the results come out this month yet?"

"I'm out." Ai Qing coughed twice, trying to brush it off. "It's alright, enough to pay my rent."

"How much did you earn?" Yao Qiang pressed him, asking carefully.

"Oh, why ask so many questions?" Ai Qing waved her hand. "Anyway, it's definitely not as much as you, but it might be better than what Dad has."

Across from him, Ai Zhongguo raised an eyebrow and said, "I make about ten thousand a month. What about you?"

"You have ten thousand?" Ai Qing asked in surprise, then changed the subject again, "What company is it that's so rich?"

"Ha, they're not earning the money that journalists are supposed to earn," Ai Zhongguo shook his head and said with regret. "I really don't know if this is progress or regression."

Can you imagine?

"Five articles a week, and that's when I first joined the company and needed to understand the fan culture. Normally, I need two to three articles a day."

"The information sources rely entirely on a few pictures and videos, as well as other news reports. After integrating the content, we rely on our imagination and the content expectations of our fans to produce what they want to see."

"If they can't even conduct on-site investigations and interviews, what kind of media and news is this? It's utter nonsense!"

"Alright, alright." Ai Lisong took a sip of baijiu, picked up the bottle and poured another half glass. "It's rare for us to have a meal together, why are you swearing?"

"How much did you drink today?" Lang Xiangying glanced at him from the side. "Why did you add another half glass?"

"Ai Qing is home today, so I'm happy and have had a little bit more to drink, just a little bit." Ai Lisong chuckled and held out his hand, quickly protecting his small wine glass, and smiled apologetically at Lang Xiangying, "Let's continue our conversation."

……

In the bedroom on the second floor.

The little fish couldn't hear the sounds from downstairs.

She was browsing Bilibili on Ai Qing's phone.

It has to be said that many apps these days are practically two different apps on different people's phones.

Xiaoyu's own Bilibili homepage push, after these days of "training," consists of videos of kittens, some food tutorials, and videos about precautions related to urban travel.

However, Ai Qing's homepage push notifications are a completely different story.

The little fish's first impression was...

So many girls!

And each one of them is more beautiful than the last.

Wearing all sorts of strange costumes, they danced lively and adorable dances, their faces beaming with sweet smiles.

Secondly, there are games, like Madoka Magica and Honor of Kings, those are the most popular.

In addition to these, there are Famine, 7 Days to Die, Raft Survival, Subnautica, No Man's Sky, and so on.