Chapter 12: Chickens Talking to Ducks, Seeing Enemies Everywhere

Chapter 12: Talking Past Each Other, Seeing Enemies Everywhere

"When his mouth moves, the additional voice is the light brain translating his words."

"When his mouth doesn't move but there's still a voice, it's because he's too lazy to speak, and the light brain directly translates his brainwaves."

The little white cat racked its little brain and came to this conclusion.

"He must be an alien like me, stranded on this planet."

Thinking this, the little white cat felt more and more affection for Sheng Qingquan.

Although we are of different races, we are both strangers in a foreign land.

After being stranded on this unfamiliar planet, he had been very scared. Especially since there are so many two-legged creatures on this planet.

Each one is so tall, and it feels like anyone could accidentally step on him or kick him away while walking.

The scariest thing is that the two-legged creatures of this world actually have a habit of keeping cat people as slaves.

Heaven knows how scared he was when he saw cats that looked similar to him, either tied with ropes or locked in small cages where they could barely turn around, let alone take a step or two.

Occasionally, he would meet a few escaped cats, and they looked very miserable. Many of them had various injuries.

Although after trying to talk to them, the little cat vaguely realized that they were not of his own kind.

We are of different races, but our appearances are too similar.

So similar that he could hardly tell the difference, let alone humans.

The little cat was very afraid that he would also be captured by those humans.

So he had been hiding.

Even when he heard a familiar language, he didn't immediately show himself.

Especially since there were many things in the other's words that he couldn't understand. This made the little cat hesitate.

At this moment, a 'toy' crawled out, and he instinctively reached out his paw to press it down.

Although the toy distracted him, his belly was still very hungry.

And it was getting hungrier.

The little cat couldn't help but run out from his hiding place.

Fortunately, he couldn't understand other words, but compliments were no problem. The big cat at home often praised him.

The way the other looked at him was also very similar to the big cat at home.

Although he was very disdainful of the new 'toy' he had acquired, his eyes were full of affection for him.

Moreover, this alien has a light brain, and with a light brain, he can contact grandpa.

Thinking this, when the other tried to reach out to hold him, the little cat didn't dodge.

When he got on the vehicle and the alien said he would get food for him, the little cat felt even more that he had made the right choice.

Running out from the hiding spot was the right move.

Whether to fill his stomach or to get in touch with home, he had to get on good terms with this alien.

But where did he stash his light brain?

Why couldn't he find it after looking for so long?

"Can't wait, huh? You must be starving. Don't worry, we're home now!"

Noticing the little cat fidgeting non-stop, Sheng Qingquan gently patted the cat's head and opened the door to his home.

The moment the door opened, Sheng Qingquan heard the little cat's sweet, drawn-out meow; its front paws, claws retracted, rubbing against him.

Even though its claws had snagged a big cockroach.

But that wasn't the main issue. Sheng Qingquan had already squashed the cockroach unnoticed when he picked up the little cat, and now he didn't even think twice about it.

Only one thought crossed his mind.

"He started this! Surely it doesn't count against me?"

For a moment, Sheng Qingquan hesitated about keeping his distance from the little cat.

But they were both male, with a big age difference, so this level of closeness should be seen as an older brother to a younger brother, and shouldn't be too much, right?

But what if alien standards are different from Tianlan Star's?

Not having thought of it at first, now that he remembered, Sheng Qingquan stiffened and grew anxious.

Anyway, they were back home. Sheng Qingquan locked the door, checked the house, and after making sure all windows were locked, he didn't waste a second and quickly put the little cat down.

Plonked down suddenly.

With all four paws on the ground, the little cat was momentarily confused—why put me down?

How am I supposed to find the light brain now?

The little cat clung to Sheng Qingquan's pant leg, trying to climb up.

"Go play!" Sheng Qingquan gestured for the little cat to roam freely.

Knowing the little cat was smart, Sheng Qingquan wouldn't speak carelessly in front of it unless he had to.

Afraid he might slip up and say something inappropriate, which could easily cause misunderstandings.

"If I were to prepare food for the little white cat, doing it myself is absolutely not an option. I'm a long-time takeout person, my cooking skills are practically zero. Even if I manage to cook something, it wouldn't be anywhere near delicious."

"Not to mention it might be undercooked, which could upset the little cat's stomach."

"As for takeout, who knows if the ingredients are clean or fresh?"

Sheng Qingquan was in a dilemma.

At this moment, his phone suddenly beeped. Sheng Qingquan found that his girlfriend's boyfriend had sent him a contact card.

[I wanted to invite you to dinner, but seeing you with a cat, I figured you were in a hurry to get home and didn't say anything.]

[Thank you for helping me find the ring today. I've ordered a table of food for you at Shanshi Mei, all light dishes like blanched shrimp and steamed fish, nothing too heavy. Thought you could enjoy it at home just the same.]

[The ingredients at this restaurant are very fresh; it's run by someone I know. Add him as a friend, and you can tell him what dishes you want. If you enjoy the food, you can support his business in the future.]

So, problem solved?

The quality should be guaranteed at a place where wealthy families often dine, right?

Too embarrassed to press further, Sheng Qingquan hesitated, then opened another chat to ask.

[Ning, is the food at Shan Shi Mei really good, especially clean and fresh? I want to treat someone to a meal, but I'm worried the food might not be good enough and could come off as disrespectful.]

"He's here; he's messaging Mr. Ning," a group of people in the next room gathered around Ning Luoxing's phone to watch.

It was all set up beforehand.

Sheng Qingquan's financial situation isn't bad. He's a landlord, but compared to those with dozens of buildings, his few properties seem modest.

But with this, he achieved financial freedom early.

He's the type who's happy with modest means. However, his life is much like anyone else's, and many luxuries accessible only to the truly wealthy are completely unknown to him.

Among the locals he knows, only Ning Luoxing and Luo Huanian, a couple, are considered wealthy.

So, they're the only ones he can ask. Of the two, Ning Luoxing is clearly the more approachable.

It's obvious who Sheng Qingquan would pick. So, Ning Luoxing, who'd been briefed beforehand, was ready.

[Shan Shi Mei's food is absolutely reliable—delicious and clean. It was started by a young socialite for private gatherings. As it grew, the quality stayed high, even improving a bit.]

[Guests often order straight from the kitchen, and everything's transparent. They run a tight ship.]

[The richest family's youngest daughter celebrated her eighteenth birthday there. We also use it for business meetings.]

[Hosting there is a sure bet.]

Hearing this, Sheng Qingquan felt fully reassured.

"Since I don't have to cook and can rely on a good restaurant for delivery, maybe I should bathe the little cat before the food gets here?"

Sheng Qingquan looked at the dirty little cat. He didn't mind the cat dirtying the house.

"But if I don't wash it, eating like this would mean eating the dirt too, right?"

"Covered in bacteria, it's definitely prone to illness."

"But if I bathe it, the little cat doesn't seem able to wash itself."

"If I help wash it, would that be inappropriate?"

Sheng Qingquan felt like he was being paranoid, imagining threats everywhere. Yet he was afraid that if he didn't think more now, when the parents come, not just him, but perhaps all the people on Tianlan Star, would lose even the chance to think in the future.

They would all pay with their lives for his lack of thorough consideration at this moment.

"Meow meow?" Bath?

Catching the keyword, the little white cat had already felt uncomfortable. He immediately forgot what he was previously concerned about and started to dislike the stains on his body.

He had never been so dirty and smelly before!

Seeing that Sheng Qingquan seemed to be giving up on the idea of bathing him, the little white cat quickly let go of Sheng Qingquan's pants and instead rubbed his head against him.

No way we're skipping the bath! I won't have it!

"Meow~"

"Oh well, Tianlanxing isn't developed enough yet. They haven't invented a fully automatic deep cleaning device suitable for kittens."

"We can't take the kitten to a pet store and use a smart pet-washing machine."

"Using pet-washing equipment on a kitten—who knows if that’s even appropriate? I feel the owners wouldn’t be satisfied. Besides, the machine might scare the kitten and stress it out."

"Since we don’t have better options, I’ll bundle up and wear gloves to wash him. There shouldn’t be any problem."

Sheng Qingquan quickly made up his mind.

He picked up the kitten and walked toward the bathroom, completely unaware of the pity in the kitten's eyes as it looked at him.

"Meow meow!"

So Tianlanxing is this primitive? You must’ve had a tough time living here alone, pretending to be a local!

So where is your neural device hidden?

Don’t hide it—hand it over! When my grandpa gets here, I’ll make sure he takes you with us.

Ugh, is this neural device defective?

Did it break when you ended up on Earth, messing up the translation feature?

Why can’t you understand me?!

Still no response. Nothing’s working.

Soaked in hot water, its fur dripping with soapy bubbles, the little white cat angrily swiped at the water.

Water splashed out of the sink, soaking Sheng Qingquan’s clothes.

His wet clothes clung uncomfortably to his skin.

"Hey, that wasn’t my fault!"

Sheng Qingquan reflexively withdrew his hand. He wasn’t trying to pull off some wet-shirt stunt.

It’s just this troublemaker—no complaints earlier, even seemed excited. Now, suddenly, it’s throwing a fit.

Whether it’s the kitten’s appearance or its young age, anyone thinking like that about a kitten is just plain creepy.

He’s totally innocent!!!