The Sacred Fire Meow Cult

"Can we stop playing afterwards?..." Xia Yan complained, sounding aggrieved, clearly feeling utterly defeated. "Actually, there was a little accident," Hua Xin said after a slight pause. "What accident?" "I forgot to turn on my mic." "?" Xia Yan fell silent for a moment. But thankfully, she forgot to turn on her mic. Hua Xin thought to herself, feeling both embarrassed and relieved at the same time. If Xia Yan had heard something like, "Because we're boyfriend and girlfriend, it's okay for you to touch my hand," Hua Xin would rather die right now than stay in this world for another second. It was too embarrassing... too embarrassing for a grown man... The girl covered her face, as if she had used all her strength. "Do you want to spend the New Year with me?" "I miss you, Xin Hua." Xia Yan paused the song, abandoning his playful and humorous demeanor, and simply spoke softly into the phone. Perhaps no amount of planning or strategy could compare to a simple expression of true feelings. Preparation and nervous fear were less important than directly stating one's thoughts. Sometimes, couples and lovers don't need so much unspoken understanding of "you understand me" and "I understand you." Isn't all that guessing and agonizing exhausting? Today I wanted noodles, so I said I wanted to eat noodles with you. Today I wanted hot pot, so I said I wanted to eat hot pot with you. And today, he missed her. So he told her this. He missed her. Hua Xin opened her mouth... Instinctively, she wanted to bring up the matter of Xia Yan transferring 100,000 yuan to change the subject and then use that as an excuse to refuse his request. But... the girl gently pursed her lips. Did she really want to refuse Xia Yan? Did she really not want to spend the most important holiday of the year with Xia Yan? Of course not. Xia Yan was Hua Xin's best friend, and the only trustworthy friend she could entrust with anything in Shanghai. They were brothers. Everything she and Xia Yan had experienced was built on the foundation of that boundless trust. Whether it was the night he celebrated her birthday, or after he fainted and understood her meaning, shedding the shackles binding him and being able to be "himself" again. But to maintain the identity of "Gu Xin Hua," she sometimes had to consider things from another perspective. To avoid exposure, to stabilize everything. But she, occasionally, also wanted to be selfish. ———————————————— "Xia Fen!!!" "Why did you only eat Old Beijing Chicken Roll and Douzhi today, and not fried liver and authentic Pure Finger Original Chicken?!" "A girl dressed in a subtly luxurious style pointed at Xia Fen, who was silently munching on Old Beijing Chicken Roll, and said with a shocked expression. "..."Xia Fen's lips twitched, and the tomato-flavored Old Beijing Chicken Roll she was chewing suddenly tasted bland. She could only drink a sip of the most delicious local beverage in Beijing, douzhi, to help it down. She sighed, as if remembering something, and put down the half-eaten chicken roll, saying with a somewhat melancholy tone, "I'm out of money." "It's almost Chinese New Year, and my family won't give me any money to go out and have fun. I'm planning to leave for my grandfather's house in the countryside in Dongbai tomorrow." The girl pulled out a chair and sat down next to Xia Fen, then asked curiously, "Didn't you have a job during winter break? Didn't you get paid at the cat cafe?" "They were clearly very good friends, often chatting and venting on QQ. But this seemed to touch a nerve with Xia Fen, yet in front of outsiders she could only feign nonchalance and ease: 'I've spent 648 on my husbands and wives.' 'Electronic husbands and wives, right?' '...Get lost!'"Xia Fen took a bite of the Old Beijing Chicken Roll, her face slightly Red Temperature, but her mind was preoccupied with something else. Xin Hua ... or rather, Sister Hua Xin. She should have received the five thousand yuan that Sister Li Xue had asked her to transfer by now, right? Because she and Hua Xin had been working too hard at the cat cafe lately, and had also helped Li Xue and Shan Qing break the curse, Sister Li Xue had generously given them both a raise. But Xia Fen still remembered the time when Hua Xin had paid Xia Yan's medical bills at the hospital. Anyway... a smile flashed in Xia Fen's eyes as she happily took a sip of soy milk. Authentic!!!! I hope they can be happy for a long, long time. 150. If neither soft nor hard tactics work, then I'll just have to lie? 3k "Let me tell you, Chun Qiu, this is your New Year's extra food, dried fish and shrimp. Do you know how many kittens have never even dreamed of such a luxurious scene?" "Don't say I didn't give you your salary." "A kitten should just stay home and eat and sleep, so I'll keep this money for you, okay?"Hua Xin coaxed Chun Qiu with an unusually seductive voice. "Meow... (I have a problem with that.)"Chun Qiu wagged its tail in protest and reached out its little white paw to touch Hua Xin's trouser leg. But given the aroma of seafood wafting from the kitchen... although it had a problem, it couldn't really express it, after all, it was just a kitten. It could only wait anxiously. Hua Xin scooped out the shrimp that had been cooked until they were white and pink from the pot. Although it was nominally a New Year's treat for Chun Qiu, the girl couldn't help but swallow hard. These were real shrimp!... Putting it in shrimp and fish cake noodles would make a proper seafood feast. When she eats noodles herself, she only puts one or two in to taste, never a whole pot like this. Sigh, the difference between humans and cats is so vast. But without Chun Qiu, there probably wouldn't be the Sacred Fire Meow Cult cat café and the salary that's being paid out. So... "Eat well, Laoqiu...?" The girl's tone was a mix of envy and helplessness as she looked at Chun Qiu, who was waiting expectantly on the ground. Then she picked up a shrimp, blew on it gently, and placed it in Chun Qiu's cat bowl. She then put the remaining shrimp... After letting the pot cool down a bit, Ren handed everything over to Chun Qiu. Chun Qiu:? eat?. After washing the pot and checking that all the water and electricity switches were turned off, Hua Xin added some water for Chun Qiu in the living room. The three cat bowls next to them were also filled with cat food and dried fish... It was practically a scene that every Hachimi could only dream of: cat food, dried fish and shrimp to eat, water to drink, and no evil two-legged creatures to bother them while they slept... The girl suddenly wanted to be a cat in her next life. But Hua Xin knew that these... The food was only enough Chun Qiu two days, which it could easily finish with its four meals a day. "Sigh..." The girl sighed softly, a hint of helplessness in her eyes. She was already dressed, wearing old pants and shoes, and the down jacket she'd borrowed from Xia Yan, all of which wrapped Hua Xin up tightly. Actually, without the Small Sun and blankets, the room would be quite cold. Hua Xin squatted down and touched Chun Qiu, who was pressing shrimp. Unlike its appearance at school, it was now practically just shiny and incredibly fat.