"Who knew a little thing like you could spend so much? Over twenty yuan in half a month, and you usually stay in the dorm. If you lived here every day, wouldn't you blow fifty or sixty in half a month? Bet you've been buying snacks every day. I had so many little underlings paying tribute to me when I was young, and even I didn't live as large as you."
As they walked back, Chen Shu kept lecturing Peach, giving the cat a taste of what he had endured as a child.
"You don't earn money, so you don't know how hard it is to make. You don't run a household, so you don't know the price of rice, oil, and firewood.
"Your master finally bought a stock, held it for days through thick and thin, and only made a few million. You went and spent dozens just like that..."
With a plump Chubby Sausage in its mouth, Peach trotted merrily ahead, ignoring every word.
"..."
Chen Shu followed right on its heels.
He knew the little thing could peel an egg. It would find a clean spot, or put the egg on its own plate, crack and crush the shell, then pick it off bit by bit with its little paws. Once it was done, it would inspect the egg again. If even a speck of shell remained, it refused to eat.
What he didn't know was how it would handle this sausage.
Chen Shu followed it into the kitchen and watched it open the lowest cupboard. It pulled a small disposable plate from one of several thick stacks, leaped onto the dining table, then hopped up again with the corn Chubby Sausage in its mouth. It tilted its head at Chen Shu and gave a puzzled bark.