Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

"Try it?" Tsing Yi grabbed a handful from the jar and stretched it out in front of Wen Xiaoai.

"Oh~" Wen Xiaoai directly vomited, and her little tongue came out.

Should I understand this time?

She is really afraid that this human being can't bully her and force her to eat these things.

"Brother Tsing Yi, he doesn't seem to like this cat food." Xiaocha whispered.

"I don't like it? I shouldn't. Cats don't eat cat food, so what do they eat?" Tsing Yi poured the cat food back into the jar.

I took another brand of cat food again, and the result was still the same.

Finally, I tried all the brands of cat food, but the cat still refused to eat it.

"What do you want to eat?" Tsing Yi was a little discouraged.

This cat has never eaten such good cat food before, so I dare not eat it?

Or did you eat too well before and disdain to eat?

Think about its vomiting appearance, the latter is more likely.

"Does it eat dried fish?" The white clothes on the side inserted a sentence, and muttered in his heart: It is harder to serve than the third younger.

"Dried fish?" Tsing Yi was taken aback, and then he thought of something: "Almost forgot."

He said, digging out a box of things from the big bag.

As soon as it was opened, Wen Xiaoai couldn't bear the tangy smell.

Seeing the dried fish handed in front of him, Wen Xiaoai went crazy.

"Meow~"

Wen Xiaoai yelled, his yelling was a bit irritable, and his teeth were exposed.

The small body also took two steps back, and the word "resistance" appeared all over the body.

"What to do, it doesn't eat." Tsing Yi put the dried fish aside.

A look of helplessness.

"It may not be hungry yet, just put it here, and maybe eat it by itself when it gets hungry." Bai Yi muttered.

"It's so small, I don't know how to eat it myself." Tsing Yi curled his lips, this white clothes is not reliable.

"This is the third little cat, you have to keep it carefully."

Xiaocha turned out a can of milk powder and a milk bottle from the bag, shook it at Wen Xiaoai, and asked tentatively:

"Do you drink milk?"

Tsing Yi glanced at what was in Xiaocha's hand, then withdrew his gaze cheerfully, without expecting much.

I wondered if this little milk cat missed home, missed its mother?

"Meow~"

But the next moment, unexpectedly, the little milk cat finally nodded her proud little head.

Seeing that he finally found something the cat was willing to eat, Xiaocha was a little excited.

"I'll make a bottle for you." She said, holding the milk powder and the bottle and ran away.

"I knew I would pour all these things out, so you can choose what you want to eat." Tsing Yi was a little funny.

Take out a funny cat stick and a colorful ball.

Wen Xiaoai poked the colorful ball in front of him with his small paw, then looked at Tsing Yi who was holding a cat stick to tease it, and couldn't help but twitch at the corner of his mouth.

naive!

These things, this princess stopped playing when she was three years old.

Bai Yi has been staring at Wen Xiaoai next to her, and its cat-like look with contempt at the corner of her mouth makes Bai Yi look...horribly creepy.

This cat... Could it be that it's fine.

After a while, Xiaocha trot over with a milk bottle.

Wen Xiaoai immediately stretched out two small paws and couldn't wait to hug the bottle in front of him.

Then he sat on a few cases and drank while holding the bottle.

This is the taste.

She hasn't drank it in a long time.

Their cat demon clan is different from ordinary cats, and the growth rate in the early stage is slower than ordinary cats.

Also slower than humans.

It's a demon after all, it's different.