"Floey, please prepare another serving of spicy seared mackerel...uh, add more spices, less salt..."
As Chen Lun spoke, a small white cat perched on his hat displayed a mocking expression.
Floey appeared quite surprised.
She knew Chen Lun did not like eating fish.
"Alright."
Floey didn't ask further, simply nodding lightly.
Just then, the small white cat leaned forward and whispered quietly into Chen Lun's ear.
Chen Lun flinched, then uncontrollably stepped forward, pulling Floey into his embrace.
"Thank you for your efforts, Floey."
His voice was low yet filled with emotion.
Floey's body stiffened.
But the next second, her cheeks reddened, her body softened, and she gently leaned into Chen Lun's embrace.
"No need to be so formal, I'll do well."
She said.
Chen Lun moved closer to her light blonde hair and gently kissed it.
Floey's expression froze, her small hands clenched and then relaxed.
The small white cat sitting on Chen Lun's hat clapped its paws, giggling.
