This is more like it.
Tang Chuang, who had rarely claimed a victory over Zhang Zhi, felt very pleased with himself.
"So, how should we deal with that little thing?"
He embraced Zhang Zhi with one arm, looking toward the door.
Little Bun, thinking that he would be running around too much to take care of a pet, had never had a pet like a cat or a dog in the Tang Family's house.
But today, Little Milk Jin had brought home Fei Fei.
And at this moment, it was squatting by the door.
The family's maid had specially found a small platform about ten centimeters off the ground to place underneath it, upon which several delicate little dishes were arranged, filled with various kinds of food.
There was raw meat as well as cooked, and there were things like shrimp and fish, and even vegetables like pumpkin.
Clearly, they were treating this little thing as if it were a kitten, having followed those cat feeding guides from the internet, and had prepared everything possible for it.
