Cow-Horse's Real Father?

"Uh, is it okay to drag it along like this?"

Liu Zheng looked at the drawer bumping and scraping across the floor.

"It's fine, meow. As long as you don't drag it out of the Restaurant, it's okay, meow."

Calico Cat said.

"I mean, won't it get damaged?"

"It won't, meow. These drawers are really tough, meow. I often use them to sharpen my claws, meow."

Calico Cat said seriously.

"Mm. Remember to wash your paws after sharpening them."

What else could he say? All he could do was remind Calico Cat to mind its hygiene.

"Okay, meow. We're here, meow."

Calico Cat led him to a row of cabinets.

"Tell me which one you want. Don't take one yourself, okay? Anyone without permission who touches the cabinets will have terrible luck, meow."

It warned him.

"Then can I have you pull them all out so I can look?"

Liu Zheng asked tentatively.

"No, meow. You can only draw a blind box, meow."

Calico Cat shook its head.

"Are there any tricks to drawing a blind box?"

Taking advantage of his good relationship with Calico Cat, he shamelessly asked.

"What are tricks, meow?"

Calico Cat blinked at him.

"Um, I mean, how can I draw something good?"

Liu Zheng had no choice but to put it more plainly.

"I don't know either, meow."

Calico Cat indicated that it was helpless.

"Think harder. If you can figure it out, I'll let you play with something fun."

He tempted it.

"Really?"

Calico Cat asked in surprise.

"Of course it's true. When have I ever lied to you?"

Liu Zheng took the chance to give the little cat's head another rub.

"Okay, then let me think, nya~"

Calico Cat squatted on the ground, its eyes taking on a wise look.

A moment later,