Acting like a spoiled child may feel awkward at first.
If you do it a few times, you will find that there is no simpler, more practical and efficient way to treat special people than this.
Those glazed cat eyes looked at Yuan Qing eagerly, and their fleshy little claws stepped on the man's chest.
Little monk, little monk, can you bear to refuse such a cute cat~~
Yuan Qing stopped scratching Bai Cha's chin.
He didn't speak, just stared at Bai Cha with his smiling eyes.
With Yuan Qing looking at him like this, Bai Cha's movements of stepping on the milk gradually slowed down, and his eyes blinked guiltily.
No... doesn't it work?
Slowly retracting his little paws, Bai Cha curled himself into a ball and shrank his little head.
The big fluffy tail covered those crystal ball-like eyes.
As long as you don't look at the little monk, even if you are wrong, you are right!
His big fluffy tail covered his eyes. For a moment, Bai Cha felt that everything around him was quiet, including the sounds of vendors shouting and selling outside, the noisy sounds of diners downstairs, and the sound of his own breathing...
Her big tail quietly moved away a little, and her beautiful eyes took a sneak peek.
Why is he still staring at me like this!
She...didn't she just order a little too much...
But she was really hungry at the time and really thought she could finish it...
And she didn't want to default on the bill or waste food.
Just as he was about to argue a few words, Bai Cha suddenly noticed that the young monk's ears seemed to be abnormally red.
Is it frozen?
But the restaurant has a temperature control array so people won't feel cold.
Then you can only be angry!
Looking at the two untouched dishes left on the table, Bai Cha's big tail waggled angrily.
Forget it, forget it, the little girl can bend and stretch!
Pulling his tail away from his face, Bai Cha lightly rubbed his head against the man's hand: "I know I was wrong, little monk, please don't be angry~~"
Yuan Qing looked at the cat that was rubbing against his hand, and placed his palm on Bai Cha's head. He gently combed her hair, but what he said was a topic that had nothing to do with leftover food:
"Did Xiaobai behave like this when he was a spiritual pet for Master Changqing?"
Bai Cha's little head tilted, and his bright eyes blinked.
Acting coquettishly to Song Changan?
Is he worthy?
The original owner was a civet cat with a very sharp nose. She had always hated the rotten smell of Song Changan, but because Song Changan was so kind to her, she could only stay by Song Changan's side even if she was disgusted or disliked.
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Therefore, when around Song Changan, the original owner has always been taciturn, even a bit cold.
This is also the reason why the outside world said that the original owner was cold and venomous.
Seeing that Bai Cha didn't answer, Yuan Qing's smile flattened a little: "It looks like I'm going to give you a good lecture on Buddhist scriptures tonight."
When Bai Cha heard that the other party was going to recite sutras at night, he felt dizzy and covered his ears with his paws:
"Master, please spare me!
I know I was wrong, I really know I was wrong, and I will never order so many dishes again!”
Yuan Qing was stunned for a second, picked up the painful cat from his lap, and said in a gentle voice with a hint of confusion, "It was not you who was wrong."
It's him... who's jealous.
He is the one who deserves to be punished...
After asking the waiter to pay the bill, Yuan Qing ordered a table of meals and packed the hot dishes in jade boxes. The man waved his broad sleeves and the food on the table was instantly packed into the space.
Bai Cha blinked, knowing that the monk must have more than one storage magic weapon.
What Bai Cha didn't know was that this storage space was the string of beads hanging on Yuan Qing's wrist.
This is a heaven-level magic weapon. It is not only a weapon, but also a storage space.
However, because the storage space is not large, he always puts more valuable things in it.
The biggest feature of this space is that no matter what you put it in, it will look the same when you take it out, no matter how much time passes.
After coming out of the restaurant, Bai Cha thought that the man would take him directly back to Yunjian Sect to practice.
However, the man carried her into a shop specializing in magic weapons for spiritual pets.
This store has a good business and has set up a temperature control array.
The shopkeeper had just sent away a sword cultivator who kept a hamster when he saw Yuan Qing walking in wearing a white cassock and holding a black cat.
The shopkeeper raised his eyebrows slightly. This was the first time he had seen a monk in this business for so many years!
However, there is no reason to drive away customers when opening a business, so he greeted them with a smile:
"Master, if you want to buy something, take a look. I have everything you need in this store for spiritual pets.
I’m not bragging, in this Yunjian Sect’s territory, you can’t find better spiritual pet equipment than mine!
You are also a cat owner, do you know about Chang Qingren’s civet cat?”
Yuan Qing lowered his eyes and glanced at the napping cat in his arms. He gently scratched her chin twice with his fingers, with a slight smile in his eyes.
Did you hear me? I'm talking about you.
Bai Cha yawned lazily and ignored it. There were many legends about her in the world of Yunjian Sect.
The shopkeeper noticed Yuan Qing and Bai Cha's little actions and smiled even brighter.
If you have a good relationship, you won't be soft-hearted when it comes to spending money. He likes leeks like this, okay.
Yuan Qing looked away from Bai Cha before chatting with the shopkeeper: "What's wrong with that cat?"
"Taoist Priest Changqing's cat is notoriously picky.
What a coincidence, I heard that it was also a black cat.
However, the cat has very high requirements for sleeping products. Master Changqing bought a lot of beds, and the cat was satisfied with them.
What do you think happened in the end?"
The shopkeeper failed to sell it.
Yuan Qing looked at him and did not cooperate with the inquiry.
Yuan Qing didn't ask, and he wasn't embarrassed either. He smiled and said:
"In the end, the female disciple of Master Chang Qing bought a bed for the cat at my house, and the cat never had any trouble after that!
Look, it’s this bed.”
He specially spent a high price to build an identical bed and placed it in the most conspicuous place for publicity.
The bed was the same size as an ordinary bed, but the overall design was very beautiful. The white translucent window curtains and the carvings on the bed were all written with gold and exquisiteness.
The most important thing is that several magic circles are used on it to ensure the comfort of the bed and keep it warm in winter and cool in summer.
Bai Cha frowned as he looked at the bed.
This is not the original owner’s bed!
The original owner used an extremely ordinary bed. Later, the original owner disliked the fact that the summer was too hot, so he used spiritual stones to set up a formation to adjust the temperature.
Yuan Qing looked down at Bai Cha and knew that the bed was probably not used for Mao'er, but was used by someone.
"Do you like this bed?" Yuan Qing looked at the cat in his arms and asked.
Bai Cha glanced at the price at the foot of the bed.
Why don't you grab three hundred middle-grade spiritual stones?
My little head is shaking like a rattle, don't buy it, don't buy it, it's too expensive.
Yuan Qing didn't know that white tea was because of the price. He just thought she didn't like it, so he didn't look at it:
"That's right. I guess you don't bother to use the same thing as others. When this matter is over, I will ask the great elder of the Refining Sect to customize one for you."
The shopkeeper couldn't help but rolled his eyes when he heard Yuan Qing's words.
If I can't afford it, I can't afford it, so I ask the great elder of the Refining Sect to customize it.
Don’t worry about the wind blowing your tongue!
There are only a few people in this world who can make the great elder of the Weapon Refining Sect personally create magical weapons!
I really thought that if I looked better, if I put on a cassock and shaved my head, I would be a disciple of Yuanqing Buddha.