After steaming the cat, Jiang Han caught the faint scent of pine oil and curiously poked her own tail into the little barrel of mokomu oil, a cedar subspecies. She watched curiously as her tail gurgled as though it had entered the oil itself, bubbles rising across the surface of the pine oil.
"Meow."
Olivia's tail poked Jiang Han's tail in displeasure. The boss cat puffed out her cheeks and stretched out one long leg to rub against Jiang Han's calf before huffing again.
"This is tribute for me—tribute!"
Jiang Han felt a comfortable warmth spread from her tailbone to her spinal cord, like someone had rubbed massage oil over her back and tailbone before giving her a massage. It was so pleasant that even a cat would narrow her eyes and meow contentedly.
She felt as though she had been recharged, instantly brimming with energy.
"What does it matter? Sharing is a good virtue—a very good virtue."
"..."
The Cat Lamp tail that had soaked in oil was gleaming slick and bright. A cat could tell that if she took a tail soaked in pine oil for a stroll among the Giant Cat Lamps, she would draw countless envious stares. This was a symbol of status—her entire tail smelled of pine oil!
And her whole body felt wonderfully warm!
Wonderfully warm!
Wrapped in her robe, Jiang Han stretched lazily and comfortably.
"Is there any way for me to grow these pine oil trees?"
Once the enjoyment had passed, she could not help feeling a little regretful.
Prompted by that regret, Jiang Han asked the question that had come to mind.
If these pine oil trees could be planted on Giant Cat Island, it would bring in another substantial income. So long as Giant Cat Lamps existed in this world,