Bai Churan was sitting on the sofa, with two long, white and smooth legs folded together. With a calm and peaceful smile on his face, he looked softly at the cute little pudding sitting beside him on the carpet.
.
The soft and waxy cry of the little milk cat and the cute and clear laughter are intertwined to form a sweet tune, which is enough to melt anyone's heart.
Jiang Muyang walked in with a lot of things and put them all in the corner of the living room.
Bai Churan and Feng Xiaoxiao bought these things specially for little Pudding. There are food bowls, cat toilets, cat litter, and enough milk cake food and goat milk powder for little Pudding to eat for half a month. In addition, there are
A cat cage.
"Jiangren...Jiang Muyang, I will leave the little pudding to you in the future. In addition to these things, there are many things that need to be bought. You must implement them as soon as possible." Feng Xiaoxiao looked at the memo on his phone and muttered, "Cat crawls."
Stands, hammocks, claw grinding boards, etc., and some more cat toys, such as cat teasing sticks, hair balls, etc. Oh, by the way, we also need to prepare care tools for little Pudding, nail clippers, combs, and toothbrushes.
None of these can be missing.”
Jiang Muyang couldn't help but hold his forehead after hearing this, and suddenly felt a big headache.
Is it so troublesome to raise such a gadget?
In Jiang Muyang's impression, raising a cat is very simple. You only need to prepare a small bowl and feed it with some leftovers. Who would have thought that he would have to prepare so many things!
But seeing Mengmeng liking little pudding so much, Jiang Muyang could only accept it.
As long as it makes Mengmeng happy, he has no complaints.
"Mom, can I hug little Pudding?"
Mengmeng's beautiful big eyes were shining with light, and she looked at the little pudding with a joyful expression.
"Of course, mom is here to help you."
Bai Churan smiled brightly, then gathered up her skirt, knelt down beside Mengmeng, stretched out her hand to pick up the little pudding, and brought it to Mengmeng.
Little Pudding curled up into a ball in Bai Churan's hands and let out a "meow" sound.
Bai Churan gently spread the little pudding's legs, held its armpits with both hands, and made the little pudding face Mengmeng.
"Mom, what should I do?" Mengmeng looked at the little pudding with his legs in confusion, and wanted to reach out but didn't know where to start. Mengmeng's little feet were so anxious that they were stretched straight.
Bai Churan guided with a smile, "Little Pudding is a ragdoll cat with a very docile temper. Don't be afraid of it hurting you."
"Mengmeng, just sit down, stretch out your hands, like mom, yes, spread your hands apart, and then hug little Pudding's armpits."
"Be bold, don't be afraid, just like mother hugs you..."
Mengmeng followed Mommy's instructions and slowly stretched out her hands towards Little Pudding.
A tense body is stiff.
Soon, mother and daughter completed the handover.
With a soft cry of "meow", little Pudding obediently entered Mengmeng's arms, twisted his body, adjusted to a comfortable position, and looked at Mengmeng with his big sapphire-like eyes.
Mengmeng immediately became excited.
"Mom, mom, look, I'm hugging little pudding." Mengmeng said happily.
"Mengmeng did a good job. It seems that little Pudding likes you very much." Bai Churan said with a smile.
"Hehe~" Mengmeng pursed her lips and smiled sweetly, but her body was still a little stiff, and it would cause soreness over time.
Bai Churan said again: "Mengmeng, don't be nervous. Relax your body. You can stroke the little pudding's head along the hair and the bottom of the neck, and scratch it gently with your fingers. The kitten likes this action very much."
Mengmeng did as he was told.
First he opened his little hand and stroked the little pudding's head, and then gently scratched the underside of his neck.
Little Pudding narrowed his eyes comfortably, looking like he was enjoying it.
"When little pudding behaves like this, it means that he likes it very much." Bai Churan gently patted little pudding on the head and said.
"Uh-huh!"
Mengmeng nodded her little head.
Jiang Muyang looked at this harmonious and friendly scene, and his heart became extremely soft. He said softly: "You probably haven't eaten yet. Why don't you eat at my place tonight? I'm about to cook."
"Cook?"
"you?"
Bai Churan and Feng Xiaoxiao raised doubts at the same time.
"Do you have such a big reaction?" Jiang Muyang said helplessly.
"I told you beforehand that I don't eat dark food!" Feng Xiaoxiao muttered.
"Daddy's cooking is delicious." Mengmeng, a little girl who has been conquered by Jiang Muyang's cooking skills, pouted her mouth and spoke up for daddy.
"Okay, okay, his cooking is the best in the world." Feng Xiaoxiao has learned her lesson and will no longer confront Mengmeng. When it comes to topics related to Jiang Muyang, she will follow Mengmeng's words.
However, even though Feng Xiaoxiao said this, his heart was still full of doubt and disdain.
Bai Churan also had a similar mentality.
The two girls knew very well that after just a few days of contact, Mengmeng had become Jiang Muyang's "brainless fan". No matter what he did, Mengmeng would support him with both hands.
So Mengmeng’s words are not objective.
Seeing that the two girls didn't believe it, Jiang Muyang didn't explain too much. He just blinked at Mengmeng and said, "Mengmeng, you play with little pudding first, and wait for dad to cook you a seafood dinner."
"Okay~" Mengmeng raised her little hand and shouted crisply.
Jiang Muyang smiled slightly and walked into the kitchen.
"Churan, why don't we order takeout? I always feel that this guy is unreliable." Feng Xiaoxiao leaned into Bai Churan's ear and whispered.
Although the incident at the Junlin Hotel made Feng Xiaoxiao change her attitude towards Jiang Muyang and no longer call him "Jiang scum", Feng Xiaoxiao still didn't believe Jiang Muyang when it came to the "eating" plan.
Bai Churan blinked, "That's not true."
"Why not? You don't really believe that he can cook, do you? She is naturally beautiful and beautiful, and she doesn't want to end up with a bad life because of eating dark food. Besides, I haven't even eaten two bites at noon today. I'm already hungry.
Well, if I order takeout after seeing the food he cooked, I might starve to death here." Feng Xiaoxiao pouted and said, "No matter what, I'll order a spicy hotpot first."
Bai Churan smiled helplessly and did not stop it.
In fact, she didn't have much hope in her heart.
But I didn’t order takeout.
At worst, I'll try Feng Xiaoxiao's spicy hotpot.
"The order was placed successfully!" After Feng Xiaoxiao made some operations on his mobile phone, a smile appeared on his face and he said to Bai Churan, "I, Feng Xiaoxiao, would rather eat takeout than eat the dark food made by that guy.
Cuisine.”
"Be careful of the law of true fragrance." Bai Churan chuckled.
"But then again, why is there no movement at all? Is this guy looking up recipes on the fly?" Feng Xiaoxiao muttered, turning to look at the kitchen.
At this sight, her eyes immediately widened.
Jiang Muyang was seen wearing a gray apron, with his left hand on the chopping board, and his right hand holding a kitchen knife, chopping something quickly.
Because the speed was too fast, Feng Xiaoxiao couldn't see Jiang Muyang's arm clearly, and could only see a flickering snow-white sword light.
Moreover, the chopped ingredients and side dishes automatically flew up from the chopping board and fell into the small bowl next to it.
Feng Xiaoxiao's pupils suddenly shrank and his mouth opened wide.
"Churan, I'm not... just dazzled. Is this a live-action version of "The Little Master of China"?" Feng Xiaoxiao tugged at the corner of Bai Churan's clothes and said softly.
Bai Churan turned around and looked, a look of surprise and surprise suddenly appeared on his pretty face.
"Wow, Daddy is so handsome! So boring!"
Mengmeng lay on the carpet, holding her chin with her hands and looking at Jiang Muyang, her eyes full of stars.
Little Pudding kicked his front legs and lay on the carpet next to Mengmeng, looking very well-behaved.
"But...why is there no sound?" Feng Xiaoxiao was confused, got up and ran to the kitchen door to take a look.
At this time, Jiang Muyang was cutting a piece of tender tofu.
"Swish, swish, swish!"
Also very fast.
The shadow of the knife flickered.
And there was no hint of the sound of chopping on the chopping board.
Feng Xiaoxiao blinked, still confused.
She took out her mobile phone and took a video of Jiang Muyang, then ran back to the sofa and played it dozens of times before she could see it clearly.
It turns out that every time Jiang Muyang cuts, he stops at the extreme position between the tofu and the chopping board. This ensures that the tofu is cut perfectly without making any noise.
In addition, Feng Xiaoxiao also made a surprising discovery, that is, every piece of tofu cut by Jiang Muyang was the same size. At least, the difference was not visible to the naked eye, as if it was cut by a machine.
This...this requires such exquisite knife skills!
Feng Xiaoxiao said that she was shocked.
At the same time, there was also a murmur in my heart.