Getting Away with Cuteness

Wuma Xiu walked for a while, then followed the aroma of malt liquor to a distillery.

He saw a fat orange cat perched on the windowsill of a winery. Its tail dangled from the windowsill, and it was squinting in the Sun.

On the windowsill in front of it sat a small wine dish, with half a dish of leftover malt liquor remaining.

Wuma Xiu moved closer to look it in the eye.

The Fat Orange opened one eye, lazily glanced at him, then closed it again, but its tail tip twitched towards the wine dish.

Meow~

[Pour yourself if you want a drink; don't expect this Fat Orange master to entertain you.]

Wuma Xiu narrowed his eyes, pointed his finger, and the wine dish that the Fat Orange usually used disappeared.

"Hey, I have some sad news for you: you won't be able to drink alcohol anymore."

He smiled, revealing two small tiger teeth.

Fat Orange was struck dumb.

The cat suddenly sprang up from the windowsill, its fur bristling into a fluffy ball. Its chubby little head turned left and right, its ears twitched back and forth like radar, and its nose twitched wildly several times.

It's gone, really gone.

It was clearly the dish of malt liquor that was still mostly left on the windowsill.

Now, the entire dish and the wine have vanished completely, leaving not a single drop behind.

That's half a plate they deliberately set aside to enjoy in the afternoon, but it just vanished into thin air.

Wuma Xiu covered his mouth and chuckled, his pupils curving into two little crescent moons as if he had successfully stolen a fling.

Fortunately, no one was around. If anyone had seen him, the mighty God of Wine from a cat...

This matter will likely be passed down among the Gods for quite some time.

The Fat Orange heard the laughter, and its golden cat eyes widened as it stared straight at the culprit.

It originally intended to extend its claws to show the other party how powerful it was.

Don't let its size fool you; it's the undisputed king of cats in all the distilleries on this street. Which cat wouldn't give it a wide berth?

But when its gaze fell on that face, the claws that had been raised halfway down slowly returned to the windowsill.

Fat Orange has seen many people, so he can distinguish between adults and children.

Just by looking at how short the other person is, you can tell they're not even fully grown yet.

Fine, just a mere human child.

It's so small, what does it know?

The Fat Orange cat is magnanimous and won't stoop to the level of a little brat.

Fat Orange turned its head away haughtily, jumped off the windowsill, and waddled into the house.

It deftly picked up a clean little wine dish, then walked to a wine jar leaning against the corner of the wall, raised one of its front paws, revealing the pink paw pads underneath, and patted a specially designed protruding mechanism on the wine jar.

With a soft click, the piston of the wine jar popped open automatically.

A thin stream of wine flowed from the mouth of the jar, filling just the right amount to fill a dish.

This mechanism was clearly designed specifically for it, showing how much its owner treats this Fat Orange.

Meow~

That meow wasn't from the Fat Orange cat.

The Fat Orange understood; after all these years, its cat language skills were already at a professional level.

This means: This wine smells good, it's mine.

However, what shocked it was not that, but that a human could actually understand their noble feline language.

Previously, Fat Orange had heard those children call out before, but it simply couldn't understand what they meant. Now, this human child could actually express himself accurately.

You've successfully caught the attention of this Fat Orange- haired man.

The Fat Orange raised its head, its golden cat eyes looking at the other.

The human child was holding its wine dish, tilting its head back and gulping down the wine, its Adam's apple bobbing twice.

The dish, which had just been filled with wine, was emptied completely.

Not a single drop was left.

Fat Orange looked incredulously at the empty wine dish, then at the culprit licking his lips.

The cat was completely disheveled in the wind.

No, this is the wine it poured. It was brand new wine that it just brought out of the house, and it hadn't even had a chance to smell it yet. How did it end up in someone else's stomach?

Meow~

That's mine.

Wuma Xiu put the wine dish back on the windowsill, pushed it towards Fat Orange, blinked his round eyes, and replied confidently.

Meow~

I've already finished drinking.

The Fat Orange's fur stood on end, its orange fur bristling all the way from its neck to the tip of its tail, making it look much fatter.

It resembled an enraged orange fuzzy dandelion, scratching at the ground with its claws and emitting a series of whimpering sounds.

Fat Orange retracts his previous statement.

This is not an innocent human child; it is clearly a drunken robber who takes advantage of cuteness to commit crimes.

Let's see if it doesn't teach the other side a lesson today.

With a powerful kick of its hind legs, the Fat Orange transformed into a fluffy orange cannonball, lunging towards Wuma Xiu.

It wanted to knock the wine thief to the ground and let him know who the boss cat was on this street.

Wuma Xiu didn't dodge or flinch, but stretched out his hands and caught the orange cannonball.

The Fat Orange bumped into his arms, and before it could even bare its claws, a warm hand ran down its back. It froze, its claw, which was already poised to scratch, hovering in the air before involuntarily retracting into its paw.

The Fat Orange cat sprawled out like a round, chubby pancake in Wuma Xiu's arms.

Fat Orange Lord didn't want to talk anymore.

It felt that the oranges were the most important thing.

Although this human cub stole its wine, its method was quite clever.

It decided to be merciful and forgive him this once.

But next time, don't steal the wine again; just scratch it instead.

Meow~

The Fat Orange peeked out from his arms, its golden eyes half-closed, its tail wrapped halfway around his wrist.

[Hey, Fat Orange Lord has decided, I'll protect you from now on. But in return, you have to let Fat Orange Lord pet you every day, and the technique has to be just like before, no slacking off.]

Wuma Xiu paused for a moment, then burst out laughing.

This Fat Orange is quite amusing. It had just been petted until it was practically a pancake, but it immediately put on a "I'm the boss" attitude, with its tail held high.

Wuma Xiu smiled and nodded in perfect agreement:

"Alright, Fat Orange Lord. You'd better look after me today."

As he spoke, he untied the round Wine Gourd from his waist and poured a small amount of wine into the small wine dish.

"This is for you Fat Orange Lord..."

"Gift."

He almost, just a hair's breadth away from blurting out "offerings." Given his status as the god of God of Wine, if that word "offerings" had actually landed, the Fat Orange might have been killed on the spot.

There are certain words that God cannot easily utter to other living beings.

Wuma Xiu then placed the Fat Orange next to the wine dish.

Fat Orange lowered his head and sniffed the dish of wine, his pupils dilating slightly.

The aroma of this wine is unlike any other wine he has ever tasted before; just smelling it makes him feel warm all over.

Fat Orange buried his head and started drinking.

"Clap clap clap"

At that moment, three claps rang out.