"Fuluoyin, sorry for the trouble, but could you make another serving of pan-fried Spanish mackerel... uh, with more spices and less salt..."
As Chen Lun spoke, White Kitten sat perched on his hat with a teasing expression.
Fuluoyin looked very surprised.
She knew Chen Lun disliked eating fish.
"All right."
Fuluoyin asked no further questions and simply nodded gently.
Just then, White Kitten leaned down and whispered in Chen Lun's ear.
Chen Lun froze, then his body took an involuntary step forward, pulling Fuluoyin into his arms.
"Thank you for your hard work, Fuluoyin."
His voice was low but full of feeling.
Fuluoyin stiffened.
But the next second, her cheeks flushed slightly, and her body softened as she leaned gently against his chest.
"There's no need to be so polite. I'll make it well."
She spoke.
Chen Lun leaned toward her long, pale blond hair and kissed it gently.
Fuluoyin's expression went blank, and her small hands clenched, then relaxed.
White Kitten sat on Chen Lun's hat, clapping and giggling.
But Fuluoyin seemed completely unable to notice her.
In the courtyard.
On the swing.
White Kitten was eating the pan-fried Spanish mackerel on her plate, making little yowls of unclear meaning. Chen Lun had turned his black hat into a small, motionless hippopotamus and sat on its back, looking troubled as he watched the Cat God.
"Why the long face? I'm helping you!"
With her face covered in stains, White Kitten put her paws on her hips and declared this with complete confidence.
"Your Eminence, Cat God, is this how you usually help your believers... reproduce?"
Chen Lun sighed inwardly and asked.
"I'm not that idle... I'm very busy! You need to learn gratitude, understand? Have a few more children to repay me. Hmm, the few dozen