That night, Auntie Zhang cooked a feast. When Jiang Tongtong came back from work and saw the tabby cat at home, her eyes lit up. She immediately sat beside Lin Gantang and rubbed it excitedly.
Lin Gantang placed the cat beside her. The tabby cat obediently nestled in.
"Where's my brother?" Lin Gantang asked her.
"He's working overtime tonight. He'll be back later." Jiang Tongtong held the cat's paw happily. "I haven't seen it for so long; it's grown a lot."
The tabby's eyes were sharp and expressive, round and bright, and were very able to express emotions. The cat's body was now well-proportioned and its fur was shiny. Compared to the wet, thin, and weak cat that was brought home in the past, it was almost impossible to recognize that it was the same cat.
At dinnertime, Lin Gantang waited for a while, but Mr. Lin, who had gone to someone else's house to play chess, didn't come back. She called him to get him to return home.
