"Qing Yi, find us a restaurant."
"Okay."
The two of them and the cat arrived at a restaurant and entered a private room.
Jun Moyan placed Wen Xiao'ai on the menu and let it choose for itself.
But Wen Xiao'ai's eyes were bigger than its stomach; with a wave of its little paw, it ordered one of everything on the menu.
Then, holding a bottle of milk and biting a straw, it sat on the table and waited while drinking.
The little pink feet moved rhythmically along with the small ears.
"Xiaoguai?" Jun Moyan suddenly called out to it.
Wen Xiao'ai lifted its eyes to look at him.
"What would you like as a reward?"
A reward?
It seemed that this person preferred to express his thanks through actions rather than words.
Mmm...
Wen Xiao'ai thought about it and really wanted to say, "Can you buy a bag for carrying children and carry me on your chest 24 hours a day?"
Or sew a big pocket on your clothes and carry me on your chest would work too.
