"I love to eat meat, and I'm especially picky about food. I don't like to eat food that isn't delicious," Jiang Yao said. "I've tasted it. Your cooking skills are not bad."
Lu Xingzhi did not feel happy even though Jiang Yao praised him because his wife had given half of the braised pork that he had cooked so well to that stupid cat.
"I'll take it over to him." After Jiang Yao was finished with the bowl, Lu Xingzhi snatched it. He was not happy to see his wife with the stupid cat every day. When she first came back, she had even yelled at him because of the stupid cat.
The moment Moe saw Lu Xingzhi come over with the bowl, he immediately jumped back to the corner of the sofa. He did not even dare to meet Lu Xingzhi's eyes. He buried his head in its front paws.