"Why make a new batch when this plate is still good?"
Shangguan Yu said, picking up a dumpling from Wen Xiao’ai’s plate and popping it into his mouth.
Moyan glanced at the plate of dumplings and said indifferently, "You’ve touched those dumplings with your chopsticks, they have your saliva on them, they’re not clean."
That’s right, with your saliva on them, I don’t want to eat them at all.
Wen Xiao’ai promptly got up and went over to Moyan.
Moyan wiped Wen Xiao’ai’s little paws clean with a napkin.
Seeing the chain on its paw, and thinking about how protective it had been over the chain, a faint smile spread across his lips.
"Pfft..." Shangguan Yu scoffed, "Wasting food, you are teaching Xiaoguai bad habits."
"His name is Xiaoguai." Moyan corrected again.
Some displeasure showed, apparently, he really didn’t like it when others deliberately got the name wrong.
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Shangguan Yu sneezed, seeming to have caught a cold. He raised his hand to touch his forehead:
"Moyan, you are too harsh; I was already in such a state and you still had me wash with cold water, and even left me to sleep on the bathroom floor. Look, I’ve caught a cold. Doesn’t your conscience hurt?"
"It does hurt a bit, I should have just thrown you out." Moyan looked at him.
When he woke up this morning, he found Shangguan Yu still drinking in the hall, not only drinking the beer he brought but also sneaking a few bottles of his collected fine wines.
He was quite inebriated.
Shouting that woman’s name the whole time.
Moyan shook his head, dragged him into the bathroom, and doused him with cold water to sober him up.
Little did he expect that this guy would actually fall asleep right there in the bathroom...
"It’s just a few bottles of your wine, I’ll replace them next time, no need to be so petty."
Moyan ignored him, continuing to carefully wipe Wen Xiao’ai’s little paws.
After a while, Xiaocha brought over the freshly cooked dumplings.
Moyan took them, placed them in front of himself, and said to Wen Xiao’ai, "Eat here, be careful, it’s hot."
"Meow meow~" Wen Xiao’ai moved her little ears happily.
Watching Moyan serving Wen Xiao’ai as she ate, Shangguan Yu said, "You used to say you didn’t like these clingy little animals, is this a slap in the face or what?"
"Now that you’ve eaten your fill, go back to your barracks."
"Who said I was full?" Shangguan Yu pulled the plate of dumplings Wen Xiao’ai didn’t want in front of him and began eating.
"Since you like cats so much, I’ll get you a cat for your next birthday."
"Hey, why not now, I thought you liked cats?"
"I only keep Xiaoguai."
"Meow meow~" Hearing this, Wen Xiao’ai lifted her head from the plate and looked at Moyan.
He said... he only keeps her?
Why? Does he not like other little animals?
Xiaocha and the others said he didn’t like animals that shed hair and were clingy; could that be true?
But why keep her and treat her so well?
Although she didn’t know why, hearing Moyan say he only keeps her made Wen Xiao’ai inexplicably happy.
The food in her mouth tasted even better.
Moyan, seeing she suddenly stopped eating, thought she might have choked.
He quickly picked up her milk bottle next to him and handed it to her, "Drink some milk."
Wen Xiao’ai looked at the milk bottle in front of her and reached out her paw to hold it.
She really was a bit thirsty.
Shangguan Yu glanced at Moyan, then at Wen Xiao’ai, and suddenly blurted out, "Moyan, I can imagine you as a daddy someday."