The cat-exclusive kitchen, though partitioned off, was quite spacious. It could accommodate a tall man like Bo Jin. Even after Pei Shiyi squeezed in, there was still room to turn around.
Pei Shiyi circled the kitchen and remarked to Song Gao, “It’s bigger than our bedroom upstairs.”
Live comments:
“Hahaha. Bigger than the bedroom? Just how small is that bedroom?”
“Song Gao! Song Gao! I want Song Gao’s kisses!”
Song Gao, of course, wouldn’t kiss the phone. He only gave kisses to his sir.
Bo Jin was busy cutting beef, leaving just enough space for Pei Shiyi to turn around. Yet, the bird was restless. Using the live stream as an excuse, he carried Song Gao around the kitchen, touching and exploring everything. “This glass bowl was bought just a few days ago. The fridge? It’s stocked with ingredients for the cat meals. Let me open it and show you.”
With that, Pei Shiyi pulled open the refrigerator door.
With the recent drop in temperature, the cat café had already started heating. Unbothered by the cold, he reached into the chilly air to rummage through the contents. “The ingredients for the cat meals are mostly delivered fresh daily. There are also some nutritional pastes and canned food, but not much else. Oh, and an unused hairball remedy paste. If you brush your cats regularly, they won’t need to eat as much of this.”
After wreaking havoc in the fridge, Pei Shiyi went to bother Bo Jin. “Let’s see today’s menu for the cats.”
He stood beside Bo Jin with his phone. He tried to lift the lid of the pot, only to have his hand swatted away.
Bo Jin grabbed Pei Shiyi’s wrist. “Have some mercy and leave it alone. Your precious cats’ lunch is still inside.”
His thumb rubbed over the prominent bone of the wrist, feeling how slender and bony it still was. Bo Jin wasn’t sure about other phoenixes, but he guessed that even among them, Boss Pei was one of the hardest to keep alive—drinking only water, needing food brought to his lips before taking a few bites, and growing impatient if he had to eat even a little more.
Though at his level of cultivation, he had long since transcended the need for food, there was still a difference between eating and not eating.
Pei Shiyi didn’t pull his hand back. Instead, he leaned over to peer through the transparent lid. “What are you making today?”
Due to the angle of the phone, the live stream audience could only see Bo Jin’s cold profile and a hand held in his grip. Most fans immediately recognized Bo Jin as the man who had appeared in Song Gao’s videos before.
He was too distinctive. That cold, languid expression was unforgettable at first glance.
Live comments:
“It’s the man where Song Gao lay on his chest! Draw your swords!”
“??? What are you doing with his hand?! Let go of the boss!”
“Did you see that? He just swatted his hand! What’s the relationship between this man and our boss?”
Pei Shiyi glanced at the comments and smiled. “He’s not a cat café employee. He’s… an employee’s family member.”
He kissed Song Gao’s ear. “He’s our Song Gao’s dad.”
Song Gao rarely used this term, usually only thinking of his two elders this way in his heart. Hearing Pei Shiyi say it out loud, he shyly covered his face with his tail, snuggling against Pei Shiyi’s cheek, too embarrassed to look at Bo Jin.
Pei Shiyi gave Bo Jin a look: What are you standing there for, you silly thing? Come over and kiss him.
Bo Jin set down the small bowl in his hand and, whether intentionally or not, kissed the spot on Song Gao’s ear where Pei Shiyi had just kissed. “Mm, my son.”
Song Gao curled into a furry ball, ears pressed low, paws tightly wrapped around Pei Shiyi’s neck, utterly bashful.
Pei Shiyi burst into laughter.
In front of seventy to eighty thousand fans in the livestream, this heartless bird subtly teased his boyfriend, ignoring the barrage of “so gay” comments flooding the chat. He then began introducing the cats’ lunch for the day.
“Today’s menu is chicken breast and beef brisket. If you’re not feeding kittens at home, there’s no need to chop the meat too finely before steaming. Just cut it into bite-sized pieces.”
Bo Jin took out the steamed meat and portioned it into several large bowls, ready to be divided into smaller bowls later.
Since the entire cat café was run by a bunch of mischievous little demons, their menu naturally wasn’t based on an ordinary cat’s diet. However, for today’s livestream, all the messy seasonings and ingredients in the kitchen were temporarily put away to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings.
The transparent glass bowls held two types of meat: the red one was beef brisket, and the pinkish-white one was chicken breast. Steam rose from the bowls as a gleaming knife sliced through the meat along its grain, hot juices dripping down.
Pei Shiyi was utterly shameless. Knowing full well that many viewers might not have eaten yet, he deliberately described the texture of the meat, making the audience salivate with envy.
Comments flooded in:
“I can’t hold back my drool anymore. Can I just say my lunch doesn’t even have this much meat?”
“That meat! It falls apart as soon as it’s cut. It looks so tender! And it’s pink inside. I’m so hungry!”
“Is this the cat café’s cat food? Boss, are you still looking for cats? The kind that went to college and can eat a lot?”
Pei Shiyi chuckled. “How about I take a bite and tell you how it tastes?”
He reached for the chopsticks in Bo Jin’s hand. But Bo Jin dodged him. Instead, he tore off two pieces of chicken breast and handed them to his boyfriend and son.
Pei Shiyi coughed lightly. He opened his mouth to take a bite and finally fell silent.
Comments erupted:
“Whoa?! Did he just feed him?”
“I’m trying to convince myself he was feeding the cat and just happened to feed the boss, too!”
“I want to feed the boss, too! Let me possess the boss’s friend!”
…
The cat food was brought out and portioned into small bowls one by one.
Pei Shiyi clapped his hands. The adult cats upstairs and downstairs, who had been waiting for mealtime, hurried over to eat. Nine cat bowls were placed on a row of bowl stands. The cats gathered together to eat, their nine large tails standing upright in perfect unison.
A few of the tails intertwined, sticking close even while eating, showing just how well they got along.
The viewers, drooling as they watched the livestream, couldn’t resist. Some opened food delivery apps, while others started sending gifts:
“Yin Zhou is eating so happily! Buying beef for my dear Yin Zhou!”
“The snacks in the fridge seem too few. Boss, remember to give the cats extra treats!”
“Aren’t the kittens eating? I want to see Meng Xia, Xiao Man, and Sui Shou! I want to see the little babies!”
Pei Shiyi filmed for a while before whispering with a smile, “The kittens are right here.”
The kittens’ food bowls were flower-shaped, with two bowls in total, each having six petals. Each petal served as a separate cat bowl. As the kittens ate, they would turn their heads and squeeze into another kitten’s bowl. The displaced kitten would then squeeze into another’s.
Thus, the six kittens began eating in a circle, their six long tails standing upright and swirling together like a colorful flower.
Comments poured in:
“Hahahaha. Flower-style eating!”
“Literally flower-style! So delicious they’re spinning!”
“Oh my god, it’s like a revolving restaurant! Hahaha!”
Pei Shiyi reached out and placed his hand on the tails. The tips of six tails swept across his palm, tickling it. Faced with so many fluffy, patterned tails, no fur enthusiast could resist. The barrage of comments was flooded with awsl.
Pei Shiyi loved it when others praised his furry babies. Faced with the envy in the comments, he chuckled, “Even if I close my eyes and randomly grab a tail, I’d know whose it is.”
Having spent day and night with his furry babies, even if his spiritual power and other senses were sealed off, he could tell who it was just by touch.
Bo Jin reached out and covered his eyes. “Then whose is this now?”
Pei Shiyi casually hooked a large tail, gently squeezing it as he smiled. “This is our Mang Zhong.”
Mang Zhong, with his white base and orange spots, curled his tail around Pei Shiyi’s wrist. He lifted his soft little face and nuzzled against Pei Shiyi.
“Meow.”
I love the boss the most.
Comments:
“That round little face! I’m dead!”
“That tiny meow! I’m gone!”
“6661In Chinese internet slang, 666 (liùliùliù) means “cool,” “awesome,” “smooth,” or “skilled”. It is a highly positive compliment used to praise someone’s impressive actions, particularly in gaming or social media.. How did he know?”
Even with Bo Jin covering his eyes, Pei Shiyi still smiled and kissed the tip of Mang Zhong’s tail. “Of course, I know my own babies.”
Which one isn’t his treasure? Every single one is.
Bo Jin fell silent for a moment before slipping his own hand in. “Then what about this?”
Pei Shiyi squeezed his hand, pretending to think before patting Bo Jin’s arm. “That’s obviously our Bo Mao Mao.”
Bo Mao Mao: “…”
Comments:
“I smell something gay.”
“Seriously, no normal friend would call someone ‘Mao Mao’2kitty, right?”
“The boss’s boyfriend energy is maxed out. So jealous. I want my hand squeezed, too!”
…
Pei Shiyi propped up his phone. “Now, for the second act, let’s welcome President Tong to perform ‘Wild Wolf Disco’ for us.”
Audience: YOYO~
President Tong’s masterpiece “Bad Guy” is still being revisited and savored by fans. Is he really releasing something new this time?
After Pei Shiyi finished speaking, Tong Qian, who usually had a strong desire to perform, didn’t jump up. Instead, he turned around, facing away from Pei Shiyi, and sulked on the spot.
Tong Qian grumbled angrily: Just two days ago, Dai Dai said he sang terribly. He wasn’t about to embarrass himself in front of the livestream.
Pei Shiyi crouched down and flicked Tong Qian’s tail. “President Tong?”
“Tong Qian?”
“Sweetheart?”
Tong Qian let out an “ao” and pounced onto Yin Zhou, refusing to get up no matter what. Pei Shiyi said, “Alright, if President Tong doesn’t want to, then we…”
Dai Dai pushed Fondant’s ball over and meowed twice, making it clear: Mao Mao and I can do it!
Tong Qian: ?
Pei Shiyi watched as his silly, sweet little troublemaker shook his head and wagged his tail, singing: “Meow meow meow meow, meow me meow meow meow meow—”
Dai Dai joined in: “Meow meow meow meow meow…”
Although they were on tune, why did Dai Dai and Mao Mao wiggle so much like Tong Qian? Could it be that these two little cuties would grow up to be silly cats like Tong Qian?
Pei Shiyi found it a bit hard to accept.
One silly cat like Tong Qian was enough.
Tong Qian turned his head, stunned. He licked Yin Zhou. “Meow?”
Why do they know how?
Yin Zhou felt exhausted: After practicing for so long, you’re probably the only one in the cat café who doesn’t know.
But the tortoiseshell cats’ timing was especially precise. Their high and low meows were quite impressive. If they were human, they could wash their faces and debut.
Actually, no—Dai Dai and Mao Mao are so adorable, they wouldn’t even need to wash their faces.
Comments:
“Scouting the location, scouting the location!”
“The flower in my heart, I want to take you home, to that late-night bar… I sang it out loud!”
“I sang along, too. Is this cat a spirit or something?”
“Reporting it, reporting it…”
…
The cat grooming session started at half past noon. Boss Pei combed the cats while soothing them with his soft, gentle voice, filling the entire livestream with his low murmurs. He kept saying things like:
“Our Yun Chao is so beautiful today.”
“Does Fondant like the new ball we bought yesterday?”
“Miss Penny’s beauty is on full display today.”
“Shop Manager Dan Huang is working hard, too. Remember to rest at noon. Are you sleepy?”
“Alright, alright, Dai Dai and Mao Mao don’t want to be groomed. Go play with Tong Qian.”
No one could resist such praise, especially with Boss Pei’s incredibly tender voice. The number of viewers in the livestream gradually rose to 140,000, with many commenting: “This is even more soothing than white noise!”
Grooming, lifting the cats high, and showering them with praise were all part of the daily routine at the cat café. Pei Shiyi made sure the cats were both physically and emotionally content before letting them start their “workday”.
If any of the cats grew tired of dealing with humans, they could retreat to the third floor to rest anytime.
For the livestream audience, however, this was their first experience with the boss’s hypnotic “pre-work encouragement”. They were utterly enchanted, feeling as though they were the fluffy creatures nestled in the boss’s arms. When he mentioned “extra dried fish for dinner”, they couldn’t help but nod along.
Bo Jin listened quietly, his drowsiness gradually washing over him. He could barely keep his eyes open, resting his forehead in one hand as he gently closed them.
Though he was more prone to sleepiness than most, the constant flow of customers in the cat café, despite its warm and peaceful atmosphere, usually only allowed him to doze lightly. Never truly fall asleep.
But with Pei Shiyi, it was different. Pei Shiyi made him feel so at ease. Whether it was the bustling traffic outside or the lively chatter of people, none of it disturbed him. Instead, it felt like a small, comforting part of the world’s vibrant tapestry.
Bo Jin rested a hand on Pei Shiyi’s shoulder and murmured, “Sleepy.”
Pei Shiyi, who was grooming Song Gao, smiled and placed the neatly combed little cat into Bo Jin’s arms. “Then sleep.”
Song Gao, already half-asleep from the grooming, curled up in Bo Jin’s embrace. The two of them leaned against the windowsill and soon drifted off.
Pei Shiyi fetched a small blanket and draped it over Bo Jin. He watched them quietly for a moment before smiling into the phone and whispering, “That’s all for today’s livestream. Remember to take a nap. Good afternoon.”
The livestream was filled with farewell messages. Fans reluctantly exited only after the stream ended.
It was as if the boss had become a living sleeping pill. After hearing his gentle “good afternoon”, even those who hadn’t felt sleepy before gradually grew drowsy.
Well, a little nap at this hour wouldn’t hurt.
Sleep, sleep…
…
Wei Lan hadn’t slept well in a long time. Since the variety show began airing, his popularity had surged once again. His manager kept piling on endless activities. His schedule was packed so tightly that not even a drop of water could slip through. Among the various programs, he even signed up for a reality show.
For someone with Wei Lan’s reserved personality, a reality show was almost torture.
He wasn’t adept at navigating social situations. From his debut in a talent show to his current position, every step had been taken with caution, and every album released with trepidation.
As a creative singer, Wei Lan found that excessive social interactions not only caused him insomnia but also drained his inspiration. On Saturday, he was hospitalized due to a sudden bout of gastroenteritis, so he had a few days off ahead.
With his computer and phone turned on, Wei Lan intended to revise the new song he had been working on recently. However, as soon as he opened his work interface, his mind went completely blank.
Despite feeling so tired that his head ached, the moment he lay down, countless chaotic thoughts flooded his mind. In his exhaustion, he heard a public service ad about stray pets playing on the television. He paused for a moment, suddenly realizing that this ad seemed to feature Xian Chan.
Perhaps petting a cat could help him relax a little?
Wei Lan opened his phone. He downloaded the Bishui Station app and had just searched for the cat café’s account when he was notified that the other party was live-streaming.
Live streaming?
Out of curiosity, Wei Lan clicked into the livestream. The camera was focused on a person, though only showing from the collar down. Just by the voice, he could tell it was the young owner. He had heard this voice in one of the cat café’s videos. It was an exceptionally pleasant voice, the kind that would make a group of girls swoon and exclaim, “So soothing it makes my ears melt.”
The man’s slender hand held a comb, gently brushing through the long fur of the large cat in his arms.
The cat was a forest cat with a mix of dark and light fur and a tuft of darker hair at the tips of its ears. Its delicate face rested on the man’s forearm, eyes closed. As the comb glided through its soft, smooth fur, Wei Lan could hear the cat’s gentle purring.
The warm autumn sunlight bathed both the man and the cat, while steam rose from a cup of milk tea on the table. Listening to the man’s gentle voice, Wei Lan gradually grew drowsy.
In his half-asleep state, he thought: Next week, I must visit the cat café.
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