Lu Meimei served Maomao steamed fish steaks, and the coffee table was suddenly filled with four dishes and one soup, plus a cat bowl, which occupied most of the space.

Zhou Hai had no objection to Maomao's "table", so he looked at Maomao nervously, waiting for it to taste the fish steak, and "sending his opinion".

Lu Meimei smiled, leaned against Zhou Hai, and looked at Maomao.

I saw Maomao sitting upright on the coffee table, lowering his head, and carefully smelling the smell of the fish steak. He raised his eyes slightly, looked at Zhou Hai, and then looked at Lu Meimei. It seemed to give Lu Meimei face. It stretched out its small tongue and licked the fish steak. It retracted its tongue and felt it carefully, and after experiencing it, it disappeared its next move.

Zhou Hai became even more nervous and asked, "How is it? Is it delicious?"

Lu Meimei laughed out loud and repeated Zhou Hai’s question, “Is it delicious, Maomao?”

Maomao glanced at Zhou Hai and stuck out his tongue again. This time, it used some force. The barb on its tongue brought some fish meat, which was wrapped in it and started chewing it.

"This means there is no problem, right?" Zhou Hai asked.

"Yes. Let's eat." Lu Meimei picked up the chopsticks and picked up the bowl.

Zhou Hai breathed a sigh of relief.

Maomao's eating movements are very elegant, and he chews slowly and finished the whole piece of fish steak.

The cat bowl became very clean.

Lu Meimei gnawed the chicken wings, and she didn't have the elegance of Maomao. She asked in surprise: "Have you really picked up the thorns?"

"Of course. I checked it carefully. I told you that it was very tiring to pick on the thorns." Zhou Hai said proudly.

Mao Mao licked his lips, combed the hair on his face, and said nothing.

After lunch, Zhou Hai snatched away the work of washing dishes.

Lu Meimei leaned leisurely on the sofa, smiling at Zhou Hai's back in the kitchen while stroking Maomao's back.

"Thank you for your hard work today." Lu Meimei said, "Let's go out to eat tonight."

"What about Maomao?" Zhou Haitou asked without looking back.

Lu Meimei smiled and hugged Maomao's belly, "You have made so many fish steaks, Maomao will continue to eat them tonight. Maomao, is the fish steak delicious?"

"Meow." Maomao responded with shame.

Zhou Hai wiped his hands out of the kitchen and squatted in front of the sofa, "Will it shake hands?"

Maomao leaned against Lu Meimei and looked at Zhou Hai with his eyes narrowed.

"You try." Lu Meimei smiled secretly.

"Come on, hand, Maomao." Zhou Hai stretched out his hand and showed a friendly smile.

Maomao didn't move.

Lu Meimei smiled and bloomed.

"Did it understand? I deliberately ignore me? This is the cat expression of 'human, you are so stupid', right?" Zhou Hai asked.

Lu Meimei just smiled.

"Can you touch it? I've been here for so long, but I haven't touched it yet." Zhou Hai said again.

Lu Meimei still said, "You try it."

Zhou Hai slowly stretched out his hand and pointed his fingers towards Maomao's back.

Mao Mao swung his tail and hit Zhou Hai's back with a "slap".

"Wow!" Zhou Hai was stunned, "Is this rejecting me?"

Lu Meimei fell on the sofa with a smile.

"Maomao, please let me touch it? Be good. I made fish steak for you. Right? Let's shake hands, good friends?" Zhou Hai simply sat on the ground, looked at Maomao and slowly stretched out his hand again.

Maomao's eyes opened, and his green eyes stared at the hand that reached out.

The music ringtone suddenly rang.

Lu Meimei stretched out her arms and picked up the phone on the coffee table.

Zhou Hai stretched out his hand, turned his gaze to his cell phone, and asked subconsciously: "Whose phone number?"

Both of them left Maomao at this time.

Maomao's tail shaking in the air, and the hair on it exploded, and the windlessness automatically looked like the organs of deep-sea fish trapped prey, or the actions of some strange insects when they were intimidated.

The exploded cat hair revealed its skin below, and countless pairs of black eyes suddenly opened on it, making the cat's tail weird and terrifying.

At this moment, Maomao's eyes also turned into a thick black ink color. The ink color penetrated out of his pupils and spread out, flooding the original turquoise green.

"Unfamiliar number, or a landline in another place..." Lu Meimei said in confusion and answered the phone, "Hey, who?"

"It's a fraudulent call, ignore it." Zhou Hai said, retracting his gaze.

Mao Mao suddenly raised his claws, pressed the tail waving in the air, twisted his neck, opened his mouth and held the tip of his tail, giving Zhou Hai only the back of his head.

Zhou Hai's outstretched hand fell on Maomao's head. He was a little surprised, but when his fingertips touched his warm body, he couldn't help but lightly move and just brushed Maomao's hair slightly.

"...Yes." Lu Meimei responded after hearing a sentence opposite her phone, turned around and saw that Zhou Hai had touched Maomao, so she couldn't help but smile.

Zhou Hai looked at Lu Meimei excitedly, then Maomao, and gently grabbed Maomao's head with his fingers.

The smile on Lu Meimei's face suddenly frozen.

Maomao suddenly raised his ears, let go of his tail, shook his head, and looked at Lu Meimei with green eyes.

Zhou Hai was startled and looked at Maomao's gaze. He saw Lu Meimei with a stern face and lowered her eyes, as if she was suppressing a certain emotion.

"I touched the wrong one?" Zhou Wei withdrew his hand anxiously.

Lu Meimei ignored him and spoke in a stiff tone: "I have nothing to do with that. Please don't contact me again."

"Miss Lu-—" The man's voice was raised from his phone.

Lu Meimei hung up the phone directly.

Zhou Hai sat next to Lu Meimei, "What's wrong, Meimei? Whose phone number is it?"

Lu Meimei held the phone, and the call record just now was also displayed on the screen, "No one. Nothing happened."

"Oh... you have something to tell me." Zhou Hai said seriously.

Lu Meimei smiled, "Of course." She put her phone on the coffee table, picked up Maomao, and held up its snow-white claws, "Maomao, can you shake hands with Zhou Hai?"

Zhou Hai stretched out his hand, "Good friend, hand in hand, good friend for life~"

Maomao looked at Zhou Hai, and his snow-white claws were placed in Zhou Hai's palm, and Zhou Hai gently held them and shook them.

When Zhou Hai finished speaking, it immediately pulled back its claws, twisted its body, broke free from Lu Meimei's hand, landed on her legs, and climbed onto her shoulders.

Lu Meimei hugged Maomao's butt and laughed, "Are you shy, Maomao? When she shook hands with Sister Ai Ai and the veterinarian, weren't she very well-behaved?"

"This is a repulsive of the same sex." Zhou Hai said immediately.

"Then you have to work hard, but you have to get along well with our Maomao." Lu Meimei hugged Maomao and held it in front of Zhou Hai, "Do you want to kiss Zhou Hai?"

Zhou Hai pouted in cooperation, but Mao Mao pushed away with one claw.

Lu Meimei smiled louder and louder, took Maomao back, and kissed it hard on the face.

"Our Mao Mao is so cute." Lu Meimei smiled and looked at Mao Mao's green eyes.

Mao Mao looked at her quietly, patting her cheeks with his paws, pressing her nose against her nose, making a small snoring sound.

Lu Meimei lowered her head and buried her face in Maomao's belly, "Maomao..."

For a moment, Zhou Hai felt that he was really redundant.

He lowered his head and sighed, and met Maomao's green eyes.

The cat's eyes were upside down, but the look seemed to be examining him - a hunter's look at the prey.

...

In the dark TV room, the doctor was stuck in a lazy sofa, with a huge projection screen in front of him.

The background on the screen is not indoors, but outdoors. The loess, low houses, and turquoise weeds from the ground, and the neat farmland further away, form a rural scene.

The unsightly pastoral scenery is accompanied by the rustling sound of the wind blowing grass leaves, and there is a faint melody.

The kitten's sharp scream of "meow" interrupted the dynamic landscape painting. The cat's meow, bluffing, had a pitiful smell.

The camera penetrated into the grass and found the kitten flapping inside. The kitten was not as big as a palm, and its hair exploded, its eyes were small, it stretched its claws helplessly, and it would fall down immediately after standing up.

"Woo...Woo...Woo..." The little girl's cry came from a distance, getting closer and closer, gradually covering up the kitten's cry.

The cry suddenly stopped, and the kitten's mournful cry became prominent again.

The grass was pulled apart by a small hand.

The camera was a little further away and I saw a little girl wearing a larger school uniform and a twisted ponytail.

The little girl was very thin, about five or six years old, with her sleeves and trousers rolled up and looked dirty. Her crying face was also very dirty, stained with dirt and dust. Her eyes, which had just been washed by tears, were extremely bright.

"Kitten. Why are you here alone? Do you have no parents?" The girl squatted down, muttered to herself for a while, and grabbed the kitten.

The kitten struggled, forcing the little girl to hold it with both hands.
To be continued...