Li Tong was a die-hard fan of Bishui Station content creator “An Shubiao You Jian”, who usually made walkthroughs for indie games. Though never particularly popular, An Shubiao You Jian remained Li Tong’s cherished favorite.
On her day off, Li Tong woke up and casually opened Bishui Station to scroll through updates. To her surprise, she noticed activity in her followed list.
Opening the list, she was astonished to see that An Shubiao You Jian had posted a new video.
But that couldn’t be right. Shubiao usually posts on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. Today was Thursday.
Looking closer, Li Tong realized it was a reposted video. The thumbnail featured a leopard-like large cat, and the title read: “Leopard Cat’s Bad Guy.”
Oh, just a cat video.
As a gaming enthusiast, Li Tong wasn’t very interested.
A wave of disappointment washed over her.
Still, with nothing else to do after waking up and wanting to support Shubiao, she clicked on the video. As the slightly muted drumbeats and somewhat eerie BGM started, Li Tong, addicted to various horror games, instantly felt a thrill.
But then, she burst out laughing—
The cat in the video started grooving!
The exceptionally gorgeous leopard cat swished its tail and began scratching the scratching post to the rhythm of the BGM. With each movement, the well-defined muscles hidden beneath its fur rippled, creating an incredibly smooth line from its front shoulders to its lower back.
For some reason, Li Tong thought of herself sweating it out at the gym, although her figure was nowhere near as impressive…
Following the BGM, Li Tong couldn’t help but tap her feet. The cheerful sound of the leopard cat scratching the post was oddly therapeutic, reminiscent of the satisfaction of tearing up scratch paper after finishing an exam.
So satisfying.
And the leopard cat was truly beautiful—well-proportioned, with powerful limbs and paws slightly larger than a domestic cat’s. Its black spots resembled Tong Qian, set against a light yellow base coat, making it look like a miniature leopard exuding untamed wild beauty.
But that was exactly what made it so hilarious!
While tapping her feet, Li Tong browsed the comments. Thanks to the knowledgeable folks in the comment section, she learned that the leopard cat in the video belonged to a cat cafe called Xian Chan in Yuchuan City.
She lived in Yuchuan!
Li Tong rolled out of bed and clicked into the content creator’s homepage. The bio listed the cat cafe’s address, which turned out to be not far from her at all!
Just then, the video ended. Li Tong chose to replay it and casually shared it to her social media feed with the caption: “Ahhhh! A local cat cafe! Who wants to go this weekend?!”
Meanwhile, Xiao Zhou, who had the morning shift, was completely unaware of all this. He had nearly overslept and rushed to work in a hurry. As soon as he entered the cat cafe, the aroma of fruit enveloped him.
Having just eaten breakfast, Xiao Zhou immediately felt he needed a drink to refresh himself.
Zhang Yu, in charge of beverages, also suppressing a craving, greeted Xiao Zhou. The two of them gazed longingly at the fresh fruits.
These were supplies from Xu Tuzhi’s farm. Starting today, Xu Tuzhi will provide the cat cafe with fresh milk, flour, seasonal fruits, and a small amount of meat.
The first three items replaced the original ingredients on the cat cafe’s menu, while the meat was primarily used to prepare food for the cats. Although commercial cat food could fill their stomachs and was nutritionally balanced, for the cultivated cat spirits and mystical beasts, it was merely for taste and satiety. Food rich in spiritual energy was still preferable.
Zhang Yu swallowed hard, peeling off the skin of the peach to reveal the pink-tinged white flesh. The aroma of the peach was light and fresh, sweet but not overpowering.
He was preparing juice, cutting the peach and pineapple into chunks. The sweet, slightly tangy fragrance grew more distinct as the fruit was separated.
While watching, Zhou Yan nearly drooled: “I think if the boss weren’t running a cat cafe, he could switch to selling juice…”
He had completely forgotten about the video. In the forgotten corners of the internet, the views, likes, and shares of his silly, rhythmically edited video were skyrocketing.
Zhang Yu nodded vigorously as he chopped the fruit.
Regular customers suddenly noticed that the drinks and fruit at the cat cafe had changed.
The milk was rich and lingeringly sweet. When mixed with coffee, it was absolutely divine. The combination of coffee and milk was jokingly called by the young women a “calorie bomb” worth drinking anyway. If taken plain, the pure milk’s aroma was even more unrestrained. Drinking a cup in the slightly chilly air-conditioned room made one feel like dozing off in minutes.
The juice had changed, too. Its flavor was lighter than before, but the natural sweetness of the fruit was even more pronounced. It became a must-order for those who preferred mild tastes or pursued edgy health trends, never growing tiresome, no matter how much one drank.
With the high temperatures lately, the juice was perfect for cooling off. Some customers, reluctant to give up their drinks but eager to watch the cats, carried their cups around while following the felines. The shop of several dozen square meters saw them pacing back and forth all afternoon, significantly increasing the frequency of carpet replacements. After all, carrying drinks around raised the chances of spills.
Of course, with the improved quality of ingredients, the final products not only tasted better but also had some additional “health” benefits due to the trace amounts of spiritual energy. Even the chef in charge of the food couldn’t help but wonder where the boss sourced such high-quality ingredients.
After trying the food a few times, some customers exclaimed: “My throat doesn’t hurt anymore, I can shout in class, and I have the energy to scold people! Boss, can we get delivery?”
Pei Shiyi: “…”
Xu Tuzhi’s farm was indeed small. Half of the produce was sold retail, and the rest had already been delivered here. There was no more to be had.
However, compared to the human menu, the improvements to the fluffy ones’ meals were far from minor.
The delivered chicken, fish, eggs, and meat were of top quality, rich in spiritual energy. The cats’ main diet had shifted from kibble to freshly prepared cat meals, which were leaps and bounds tastier.
Today was the first day of making cat meals themselves. Pei Shiyi gestured at the still-bloody chicken legs, unable to bring himself to cut them. He ended up in a standoff with the raw meat on the cutting board.
Bo Jin, seeing him stand there without moving the knife for a long time, guessed that the phoenix’s innate fastidiousness was acting up. Judging by his expression, fastidiousness was gradually gaining the upper hand, and Pei Shiyi might throw the knife at any moment.
Bo Jin said, “Are you going to leave your body to chop vegetables?”
Pei Shiyi: “…Is that any of your business? Why don’t you give it a try?”
Bo Jin took the knife, swiftly sliced open the chicken legs, removed the bones, and repeated the process with the others before steaming them.
After wiping the knife, Bo Jin glanced at Pei Shiyi.
Pei Shiyi was almost indignant: “Is it so strange that I can’t cook? It’s not like I’ll starve.”
“You misunderstand,” Bo Jin said leisurely. “I meant, would you like to learn from me?”
Most supernatural beings don’t cook, mainly because they lack both the inclination and the necessity. However, Pei Shiyi was clearly accustomed to a life of privilege. He avoided cooking not because he wouldn’t starve without it.
Pei Shiyi looked at him with curiosity. “Do you really think I’d agree?”
How could Bo Jin possibly believe he’d be willing to overcome his fastidiousness and personally learn cooking from him?
Bo Jin replied, “If you consider Dan Huang, Yun Chao, Fondant, Tong Qian, Song Gao, and the tortoiseshell cats who’ve already started eating solid food…”
Pei Shiyi: “…You win.”
…
Since the cat cafe housed no ordinary felines, the chicken thighs weren’t simply boiled in plain water. A minimal amount of seasoning was used to enhance the natural savory flavor of the meat.
For the first time in a while, Pei Shiyi felt a hint of hunger.
Reflecting on it, he hadn’t eaten much since his resurrection, as if dying once had dulled his appetite. Lazily tearing at the chicken thigh amidst his slight hunger, Pei Shiyi contemplated whether he should go downstairs later for some dessert.
A faint smile touched his lips as he breathed in the savory aroma. He reluctantly offered praise: “Not bad cooking skills.”
His tone sounded forced, but his expression told a different story.
Bo Jin glanced at him. Pei Shiyi was strikingly handsome. Even tearing chicken meat was a graceful sight. His slender fingers, sheathed in transparent gloves, bore a distinct red mark around his ring finger that glinted sharply in the sunlight.
Bo Jin averted his gaze, retrieved another chicken thigh from the pot, separated it with chopsticks, and placed it in a small bowl before Pei Shiyi. “This is yours.”
After speaking, he arranged five small plates on a tray and carried them downstairs.
Pei Shiyi: “…”
He had no objection to eating cat food, but Bo Jin’s condescending attitude was infuriating.
Clutching his chopsticks, Pei Shiyi debated whether to lose his temper later or let it slide.
Downstairs
Bo Jin carried the tray to feed the cats.
The furry residents’ sense of smell operated on an entirely different level from humans—exceptionally keen. They had caught the tantalizing aroma of simmered chicken thighs even while downstairs.
Even the ever-dutiful and composed Dan Huang seemed restless, let alone the kittenish tortoiseshell cats.
The little tortoiseshell hurriedly scampered up the stairs on short legs, bouncing and mewing softly: “Meow—”
Fondant couldn’t resist nibbling her front paw. She was hungry, too.
Just as all the fluffy inhabitants were reaching their limit, Bo Jin descended with the tray.
Tong Qian, who had dashed upstairs following the scent, now slunk back down sheepishly, even grabbing the bewildered Song Gao by the scruff to join him. They settled primly on the rug.
The innocently snatched Song Gao: “…”
Among the cafe’s seven cats, only Tong Qian feared Bo Jin. Song Gao, in particular, was Bo Jin’s own cat. He was pampered at home to the point where even napping on his head wouldn’t provoke anger.
Not that Song Gao would ever do such a thing.
As the cafe manager, Dan Huang always maintained decorum. Whenever Pei Shiyi served meals, he would wait dutifully at his feet, unlike Tong Qian, who would bounce around inspecting the food.
But with Bo Jin in charge today, even Tong Qian wilted.
The cafe’s customers couldn’t resist pulling out their phones to capture the scene, finding it remarkably unusual. Most were regulars familiar with the leopard cat’s typically hyperactive behavior. Witnessing the usually roof-scaling copper coin cat being this well-behaved struck them as astonishing.
Though, to be fair, the owner’s friend did seem less approachable than the owner himself. One could only say Tong Qian possessed strong survival instincts and excellent judgment.
Zhou Yan was also holding his phone, filming with great relish.
After saving the video, Zhou Yan suddenly remembered the clip he had shared earlier that morning and quickly opened the app to check its performance.
The video, which had passed review in the morning, had now been up for five or six hours.
Zhou Yan thought to himself: It should have a few thousand views by now.
His own videos usually only garnered sixty to seventy thousand views, with the better ones reaching over a hundred thousand. Shared videos had even less influence, so a few thousand views would already be quite good.
When he opened the shared video in his account, he was stunned by the view count displayed below. It had already surpassed five hundred thousand!
Zhou Yan hurried to the daily recommendations on the homepage. Sure enough, the video was listed at the bottom. It was precisely this exposure that had caused the views to skyrocket so dramatically.
After staring blankly for a moment, Zhou Yan glanced around and finally spotted Pei Shiyi. He suddenly leaped up: “Boss!”
Pei Shiyi had just finished washing the bowls upstairs and was descending the stairs when he saw Zhou Yan rushing over like a gust of wind. He lowered his rolled-up sleeves and asked, “What’s wrong?”
Zhou Yan handed over his phone, stammering excitedly: “The video, Boss, look at this!”
Pei Shiyi lowered his head to look at Zhou Yan’s phone. It was clearly a playback interface, though the video wasn’t playing. The bolded title was prominently displayed below the video:
The Ultimate Stress Reliever: A Leopard Cat’s Bad Guy.
The video’s view count had already broken through the five hundred thousand mark. When Zhou Yan opened the video, the screen was instantly flooded with a dense barrage of “hahahaha” in various colors.
Pei Shiyi wasn’t quite accustomed to this viewing format and found it slightly dizzying. He blinked, ignoring Tong Qian’s gyrating figure in the video, and focused on reading the comments.
“So hypnotic hahahahaha.”
“This cat is toxic. I’m already addicted.”
“Three minutes! I need all the information about this cat!”
“Ahhhhh, a leopard cat! It’s like watching money wiggle!”
Zhou Yan swiped to the comments section.
The character limit in the bullet comments had restricted the netizens’ creative expressions. But the comments section was a free-for-all with all kinds of chaotic remarks.
Top comments:
Xiao Asong Is Mine: Boss, your orange cat isn’t purebred. As an expert pig raiser, need any help? (dog head)
Sweet Biscuit on Sale Today: Perfectly on beat. I seriously suspect this cat has become a spirit. Supernatural beings aren’t allowed after the founding of the nation. This cat is breaking the rules. Reported.
After reading a few comments, Pei Shiyi couldn’t help but laugh. He found these kids really amusing, daring to joke about anything. They called this… memes?
Aside from the meme-filled and clever comments, one of the top comments was from a regular at the cat cafe:
Little Leopard: Ahhhhhhh, my Tong Qian! I just visited the cat cafe a couple of days ago and was completely captivated by the little darlings. Never expected to see a video from Xian Chan on Bishui Station at noon today. Tong Qian is super adorable, wuwu. I decided. I’m going to Xian Chan this weekend to pet cats. Why does Xian Chan have so many sweet and adorable little heartthrobs? Ying ying ying. When will I ever get a cat of my own?
Cat cafe!
There were two types of people clicking on this video: those obsessed with Bad Guy and those here to get their cat fix.
This comment successfully caught the attention of the latter group, who flocked to the replies asking where this cat cafe was located and what kinds of cats it had…
This building had piled up hundreds of floors1The post has many comments. If it weren’t for the insufficient number of likes, it might have directly knocked the top comment off its throne. Some people who lived nearby were already clamoring about coming to Xian Chan to see for themselves.
Zhou Yan refreshed the video. In just these few short minutes, the view count had already increased by six hundred.
According to Bishui Station’s rules, if the same account watches the same video within twenty-four hours, it only counts as one view toward the total view count.
That meant in less than five minutes, six hundred people had watched this video.
Zhou Yan said dazedly, “Boss… I think we’re going to blow up.”
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