𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐕𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧'𝐬 𝐂𝐚𝐭

Chapter 45

Sticky glutinous rice dumpling

...

Fu Xiao raised an eyebrow and looked at the small dried fish that was pushed back.

Not eating?

But Little Sugar Cake's eyes were clearly stuck on the small dried fish and couldn't bear to put it down.

Fu Xiao asked again: "Really won't eat?"

Little Sugar Cake tried his best to take his eyes back from the small dried fish. He was crying in his heart, but he let out a dignified meowing on the surface.

He just said no, he won't eat.

Fu Xiao looked at Little Sugar Cake's heavy belly, and after thinking about it, he took back the small dried fish.

Although he is controlling the diet of Little Sugar Cake these days, it must be out of control in the crew. These days, not only has its weight not dropped, but it even has the tendency to raise, and its face is also getting rounder.

It's better not to eat.

The crew is resting these days, so it's best for Little Sugar Cake to control its weight.

So Little Sugar Cake proudly watched Fu Xiao take away the small dried fish, and silently gave himself a compliment in his heart.

Ai, fortunately he held on.

Fu Xiao has so many tricks!

A few days later.

Little Sugar Cake sadly suffered from his first cat illness.

Early in the morning, the sick Little Sugar Cake was lying on the table, and even the large pot of cat rice could not make him have any interest.

He has already taken medicine.

Dr. Wu has also come to visit, it's just a common minor illness, and there's no major problem after taking medicine, he just needs to take a good rest.

Fu Xiao reached out to pet the kitty.

The kitty's blue eyes were a little foggy because of the moisture. It stretched out its front paws, and confusingly hugged Fu Xiao's hand, refusing to let go.

Fu Xiao's other hand gently stroked its head.

Little Sugar Cake meowed a few times, he was listless, but he refused to let him go, sticking to him like a piece of glutinous rice.

This made him feel at ease.

Without much thought, Fu Xiao took Little Sugar Cake to the company.

...

In the company, Secretary Zhang was already waiting there.

Little Sugar Cake, who used to find a corner to play obediently, had its eyes half-closed, and rested listlessly in Fu Xiao's arms. Its fluffy and shiny fur was dull.

Secretary Zhang asked: "What's the matter?"

Fu Xiao had one hand resting on Little Sugar Cake, as he flipped through the document with one hand, then he said with a hint of distress in his voice: "It's sick."

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Little Sugar Cake confusedly heard Fu Xiao's words, and quickly meow meow meow in retort.

He wasn't too naughty to catch a fish.