The Persian cat in front of him has a noble temperament and a dignified manner, and the smooth fur is almost reflective in the sun.

A golden cat tag hangs around its neck, indicating that it has an owner.

Xu Xinghe was stunned for a while, thinking to himself, the Marshal's Mansion still keeps cats?

As a shit shoveling officer who has raised cats for many years, Xu Xinghe showed a rare enthusiasm for the beautiful and fluffy creature in front of him, he crouched down and beckoned to it: "Mimi, do you want to eat Xiaoyu Biscuits? "

The Persian cat didn't move at all, but just stayed where he was with a cold expression on his face, staring at Xu Xinghe wordlessly.

Xu Xinghe thought it was afraid of life, so after Xiaoyu Biscuits were baked, he lightly took a piece and put it on the ground, and then he took a few steps back: "Try it, one of Xiao Qi's favorites, I believe You'll like it too."

The Persian cat squinted, looked at Xu Xinghe, and then at the cat biscuit, but still didn't move.

Xu Xinghe didn't force it, he turned around and continued to do his own thing.

After a few minutes, there was no movement behind him. Xu Xinghe looked back and saw that the Persian cat had disappeared.

The little fish biscuit that he had placed on the ground also disappeared.

Xu Xinghe: "..."

As if it was a dream.

He cut the Wellington steak and placed it on a plate, and was about to bring it back to his room to have lunch with Xiao Qi when the voice of a cargo robot came from outside the door again.

The orderlies in the mansion could smell the aroma of the steak from afar, and they had long been talking outside.

"It's so fragrant...York, didn't you say it's hard for people to cook?"

"Cut! Who knows if he made it himself or used AI?"

"But the dishes made by ai are not so fragrant... What is this doing?"

"how could I know?"

"Go and see 1

Out of curiosity, coupled with the encouragement of his companions, York took the kitchen and bathroom robot to find out.

While pretending to instruct the robot to start cleaning up the kitchen, he secretly aimed at the food on Xu Xinghe's plate.

The steak wrapped in puff pastry is tender and juicy, and the tempting aroma can be smelled across the corridor.

Condition is really good.

But well... York snorted inwardly, what's the use of making it delicious? It could not be delivered to the marshal again.

"Does Marshal Ling keep cats?"

Just as York was complaining silently in his heart, Xu Xinghe, who was beside him, took the initiative to speak. He was still curious about where the cat just now came from.

York was stunned for a moment and looked back at him: "Have you seen Alan?"

"Alan?" Xu Xinghe tilted his head, "A white Persian cat came by just now and took a small fish biscuit from me..."

"What? 1 York was startled and interrupted him, "You, you... how dare you feed it?" ! Didn't it scratch you? No, it actually accepts what you feed it? 1 York was in a mess, and for a while he couldn't tell which of the two things shocked him more.

Xu Xinghe didn't expect his reaction to be so big, and asked, "What's wrong?"

York said anxiously: "That's the marshal's cat! How dare you feed it indiscriminately? Are you responsible for the feeding? And Aaron never eats anything fed by people other than the marshal! Did you add it to the cat biscuits? Food attractant? No, I want them to contact the vet quickly..."

The more Yorke said, the more determined his idea, this omega must be planning to start with the marshal's cat to seduce the marshal!

It's so terrifying, so scheming!

Xu Xinghe: "..."

Being distorted and suspicious for no reason, his expression also faded: "Don't worry, as long as the ingredients in your Marshal's Mansion are okay, this cat biscuits will not be bad for cats."

As he spoke, he put his hands on the edge of the ring-shaped cupboard at will, but unexpectedly bumped into the freshly baked baking pan!

"Hush! 1

The hot baking pan instantly scalded his palms red.

Xu Xinghe: "..."

If this person is unlucky, if he drinks cold water, he will choke, and he will be scalded after cooking.

He shook his hand and said to York without looking back: "You can go to the vet now, and get me a medical kit by the way, thank you."

After talking, turn around and turn down the water temperature, and start rinsing the scalded area with cold water.

York: "???"

This guy actually "called" himself up! Do you really think you are the marshal's wife? ?

He was about to start sneering, but when he saw Xu Xinghe frowning slightly, his eyelashes seemed to be shaking slightly, as if he was indeed burned...

York opened his mouth, but in the end said nothing, turned and walked away quickly.

Xu Xinghe turned off the water, looked at his red palm, and muttered in a low voice, "There won't be blisters in a while..."

As soon as the voice fell, the meow of the Persian cat sounded from behind again——

"Meow."

Xu Xinghe was slightly startled, then turned around with a smile: "Why, a small fish cake is not enough? I can't see that you are still a little greedy... a cat..."

The smile suddenly froze on his face.

Marshal Ling, wearing a neat uniform, appeared at the door of the kitchen at some point.

Appearance dignified, long body Yuli.

And the Persian cat with different pupils squatted at his feet very upright, wagging its tail slowly.

Xu Xinghe's first reaction was that this picture was quite pleasing to the eye.

Second reaction: What are you doing in the kitchen "condescendingly"? ?

Marshal Ling, who had just finished a morning's work and was inexplicably attracted by his cat, also saw his little spouse.

At this moment, Xu Xinghe was wearing a light blue apron and was carrying delicious food. The golden sunlight shone on his fair skin and soft hair, and his whole body seemed to emit a circle of soft light.

The newlyweds met unexpectedly in the kitchen.

Even though the two have "slept" for a night, they still have nothing to say when they meet again.

One is because he is naturally taciturn, and the other is because he really has nothing to say.

The atmosphere was so silent.

Fortunately, there are still third parties who are not afraid of the cold.

The Persian cat with different pupils stepped forward with light and elegant steps, looked at the cat biscuit in Xu Xinghe's hand, and said proudly: "Meow."

It is not like Xiaoqi, who will beg for food by acting like a spoiled child, but just sits in front of you, then raises its head and waits for you to offer food to it.

Xu Xinghe looked down at the cold-looking cat, and then raised his head to look at Marshal Ling, who had an indifferent face, and suddenly wanted to laugh.

Marshal Ling actually kept a cat that was "exactly the same" as himself.

At this moment, two pairs of different pupils, one big and one small, looked over together, colliding with an indescribable sense of humor.

It made Xu Xinghe suddenly feel that the "Black God of War", who is famous for the five major galaxies in front of him, may not be as serious and terrifying as he imagined.

Ling Changfeng saw Allen's actions in his eyes, and there was a hint of surprise in his eyes, but his tone was as calm and indifferent as always: "Did you just feed it?"

Allen is famous for being "picky" in the house, not only picky about food, but also picky about who feeds it.

I am the real owner to feed it, and it still depends on the mood. But now he actually took the initiative to walk to the foot of Xu Xinghe to eat?

Xu Xinghe stopped smiling when he heard the words.

York's question just now was still in his ears, and he couldn't help feeling that Marshal Ling was also here to ask for guilt.

He lowered his eyes: "Well, I'm sorry to feed your cat. If it eats a bad stomach, you can just ask me to settle the account."

Ling Changfeng: "?"

He looked at Xu Xinghe wordlessly, as if to see soft thorns erected behind him.

This little guy... is really a hedgehog, right?

Grand Marshal Ling stood blankly on the spot, and began to think about where he had provoked this little hedgehog again.

At this moment, heard a conversation coming from outside the door——

"Why do you want a medical bag? How could he be injured while cooking?"

"It's hot! This guy is clumsy, and he insists on cooking for our marshal. Don't you think he's looking for guilt?"