Though he had come to Li Wanyin's home as a guest, Chen Shi'an was not at all reserved.
After having a cup of tea in the living room, he came out to look around and chat with Liu Lingjuan and Li Wanyue.
He did want to help, but their mother was so warm and polite that she simply would not let him.
If Chen Shi'an was relaxed, Fat Cat was even more at ease, sitting by the kitchen door and gazing longingly at the food cooking in the pots.
"Is your name Shi Mo?" Li Wanyue asked, crouching on the ground too.
"..." Fat Cat gave the girl in glasses an aloof glance.
Li Wanyue thought for a moment, then got up and used a toothpick to spear a small piece of cooked chicken liver from a plate.
This was a free-range chicken they had raised themselves. Its liver, intestines, gizzard, and other giblets were rare delicacies.
Black Cat certainly knew good food. Seeing Li Wanyue approaching with a piece of chicken liver on a toothpick, he politely rose from his sitting position, raised his tail high, and quivered its tip like a rattlesnake.
"Want some?"
"Meow."
Li Wanyue chuckled. It seemed this aloof fat cat was not impossible to communicate with after all.
"Here you go. Careful, it's hot."
Li Wanyue blew on the chicken liver to cool it before holding it to Cat's mouth.
"Meow."
Fat Ink meowed again, then took the piece of chicken liver in his mouth, trotted over, and jumped onto the stone table in the courtyard to enjoy it at his leisure.
Amused, Chen Shi'an struck up a conversation with the younger sister. "How many days off do you get for New Year's Day, Xiao Yue?"
"Three days..."
She was only a fifteen-year-old girl,