Quick Transmigration: The Host Is Sweeter Than Sugar

Even if Su Chen stopped Su Tang in time, he still ordered a lot of dishes.

Su Tang overestimated the original owner's stomach.

I can't eat half of it.

Putting her little paws on her bulging stomach, she let out a baby-like meow.

Su Chen glanced at it, and removed the chopsticks he handed over.

Did it last?

Su Tang nodded, meow with a bit of resentment.

If I had known earlier, I would not order so much...

Su Chen lowered his eyes, put away Su Tang's takeaway, and lightly tapped the little milk cat's nose with his cold white fingertips.

Let you be greedy.

He said so, but put his hand on the kitten's soft abdomen very honestly, and gently rubbed it for her, with a low and cold voice.

Is it better?

Su Tang was rubbed comfortably by him and let out a grunt sound.

He simply slumped on the boy's lap with his four paws facing the sky, revealing his soft belly, and let the boy rub it for her.

After Su Tang regained his vitality, Su Chen opened his takeaway.

He had been feeding Su Tang before, and he didn't even move a mouthful.

After finishing the meal, Su Chen packed up the takeaway and was about to go back to the bedroom to do his homework with his schoolbag in hand, when he saw the little milk cat lying down in the cat's litter very consciously, curled up lazily, the beautiful cat's pupils half-closed, Only a bit of clear blue color can be seen, soft and cute.

He stood silently at the door of the bedroom, stared at the little milk cat for a while, then slowly lowered his eyes, carried his schoolbag, and walked back to the bedroom calmly.

...

Probably the original owner's body was too weak, and the cat's nest was too comfortable.

Su Tang lay down in the cat litter for a while, and fell asleep.

Su Tang woke up in the middle of the night.

The living room was quiet, with the darkness of night.

I don't even know what time it is.

It can only be judged by the dark living room and the sound of barbecue coming from downstairs, it should be late at night.

Su Tang turned around lazily, instead of sugar cakes, she spread cat cakes.

She raised her plush paw and rubbed her belly.

He had just eaten enough to eat that night, but he was extremely hungry at this moment.

Su Tang knew that this was not physical hunger.

During the period of her deep sleep, the power of the divine soul automatically repaired the injuries suffered by the original owner, including the internal injuries caused by the mistake of cultivation and obsession, and a certain amount of damage appeared.

Need to make up.

As for the best way to make up for it...

It's strawberry candy.

#Eat what to make up for#

According to her experience in previous lives, there must be strawberry candy secretly hidden in her reincarnation.

The little milk cat jumped out of the cat nest lightly.

Walking around the living room with light catwalks.

First, I looked under the coffee table, and then I went to check the TV cabinet.

Nowhere to see the shadow of strawberry candy.

Su Tang tilted her little fluffy head and bit her paw.

Strawberry candy should not be stored in the refrigerator...

The hunger in the body became more and more obvious and urgent.

The little milk cat slipped to Su Chen's door to have a look again.

The door of the boy's room was closed tightly. Looking through the crack of the door, all he could see was darkness without any light.

He must have fallen asleep.

Su Tang sighed.

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ps: Regarding eating barbecue and judging the late night one, Mu Mu couldn't help but complain.

There is a barbecue stall downstairs in Mu Mu’s house. Every midnight, many people eat barbecue. They clink glasses of various beers. I don’t know how they touched each other. The sound is transmitted directly to the 30th floor. Barbecue, you still have to roar (yes, when typing this sentence, there was just a roar from downstairs, which scared Mu Mu to the ground...)