The cat noticed that Deathstroke had been staring at the monument for a long time without any expression on his face. It had no idea what he was thinking about.
The scent of food drifted through the air, giving the place a bit of an Earth-like feeling. The cat quickly lost its patience, climbed back up his leg into Deathstroke's arms, and pointed in a direction with its soft little paw.
"Over there, Slade. I want to eat the food over there."
"Hmm, it smells like stewed offal. Are you sure you want to eat intestines?" Su Ming came back to himself, reached out to touch the base of the bronze statue, and carried the cat in that direction. "I thought your eating habits would be closer to American style."
"Not at all. I'm a cat, so of course I eat according to my mood." The cat closed its eyes again and sniffed with its damp little nose. "A lot of cat owners don't understand. It isn't about what they can give cats, but what cats want."
"You make yourselves sound like women, haha." After patting the cat's head, Deathstroke instantly arrived in front of a restaurant. The colony had only just completed its first phase of construction, yet restaurants were already open. It truly was China's people-live-by-food style.
It was probably not breakfast time, but that was no problem. They ordered two bowls of stewed offal and several baked flatbreads, and the man and cat began eating.
Since this had been included in the previous cooperation agreement, Credit Point usage had already become widespread here. It was much more convenient, even eliminating the old step of scanning a code; people could transfer funds directly to one another with a thought.
"Purr, purr." The cat made happy rumbling noises as