The villain's non-scientific feeding plan

They chatted about what they had and what they didn't have, Xiao Er served two dishes, Meng Zhe also ordered a pot of goat milk, put it aside, and then pulled the big blessing on his lap over.

Strange to say, cats in general are more or less picky eaters, especially cats like Daifuku who are carefully fed should be picky.

However, Meng Zhe observed for a long time, but he didn't find out what his cat likes to eat. This cat doesn't seem to be picky at all, and he doesn't show any special preference for what to eat, as if eating is just to complete the task.

Although this kind of cat is easy to feed, but the shit shovel officer has no fun of taking delicious cats and cats. Meng Zhe intends to expand the recipe for his own cat, so he asked for a knife and a tray, took an apple, and cut it Half a banana, I plan to make a fruit paste.

Xie Qing and Xie Qingqing were both eating and drinking, having a great time grilling the rice, and they were a little surprised to see Meng Zhe not moving his chopsticks and starting to cut the apple for no reason.

Xie Qing stuffed a piece of beef and said vaguely, "What are you doing?"

Meng Zhe was concentrating on cutting the skin, wondering if it was the influence of Mozun's muscle memory, a small knife was in his hand, and cutting an apple was smooth and smooth, without raising his head, he replied, "I'll do it." Apple puree."

Xie Qing's beef was still wrapped in his mouth, and he whimpered, "Eat an apple and you have to peel it, the rich kids are too stupid."

Meng Zhe said, "It's not for me."

He pulled the fruit paste into the plate, knelt down in front of Dafu, and returned him with his index finger, "Try this?"

Dafu sat halfway in front of the plate, with his head bowed, leaving Meng Zhe with a round and hairy head, who seemed a little confused.

He looked at the contents inside, then scratched the edge of the plate with his paws, looked up at Meng Zhe, and tilted his head.

"Miu?"

- For me?

Meng Zhe thought he was disgusted, so he pushed the plate in front of him, "Try it, take a bite and see, what if you like it?"

Dafu still didn't move, just when Meng Zhe thought he really didn't want to eat, he stretched out two small claws, stood up his upper body, and drew a big circle.

"Meow~ meow!"

—Give it to me, but you seem to have been cutting for a long time.

It's a pity that the shit-shoveling officer has a language barrier, so he can't comprehend such complicated words of the master. He can only wonder, "Do you like it or not?"

Dafu put his head down and took a bite, then raised his head and nodded his little snow-white head.

"Meow."

--like.

Seeing him eating, Meng Zhe stood up with his legs braced, "It's just good if you like it, then eat slowly, and I'll sit back."

When a normal cat sees food, the shit-shoveling officer has to stay behind for everything, and only has time to talk to you after eating, but Dafu is different.As soon as Meng Zhe sat back, Dafu moved under the stool legs, hugged a hem of Meng Zhe's clothes with his claws, raised his head and let out a soft meow.

——This means asking him to hug you.

Meng Zhe responded to his master's request, hugged Meow back to his knees, and nodded his little ears, "Don't eat? So you still don't like it?"

His Majesty Mozun was exhausted from traveling and traveling, and he was still hungry. He looked at the goat milk bowl, and felt that the cat was not hungry, so he hugged the cat in one hand and chopsticks in the other, and was about to eat, when Dafu suddenly stood up on his knees, and with his paws Claws tugged at the tablecloth.

Meng Zhe stopped his chopsticks, "Huh?"

Meow pulled the tablecloth again, Meng Zhe looked in that direction, there was still half an apple on the plate.

Because the milk cat is afraid of the cold and can’t eat more, Meng Zhe only made half of the mud. Seeing that Dafu wanted it, he took the plate and held it in his hand. It's all water..."

The words behind him were still in his mouth, Dafu suddenly lowered his head, took a bite of the apple, then raised his head, looking at Meng Zhe with unblinking Hulan eyes.

——It doesn’t take so much trouble to cut it, I can eat it if it’s not mushy.

If Meng Zhe understood, he would definitely slap the cat on his face and make the little baby drool. However, he didn't understand the expression of his master, so he could only wonder, "Do you like it or not?"

Dafu lowered his head and took another bite, then looked up at Meng Zhe.

—Look, I like it.

Meng Zhe's expression gradually became confused.

After a while, he seemed to realize something, and said affirmatively, "I understand, you don't like apples, you like apple peels."

"Meow??"

- You don't understand!

He took another bite angrily.

Meng Zhe thought he understood, and said firmly, "Chop mud and don't eat it. This time it tastes so delicious. Anyway, I like the skin, right?"

I don’t know why my cat’s recipe is so weird, although it seems that eating a little bit of skin is not harmful, but if it’s not for apple skin…

He stood up suddenly, took advantage of Dafu not paying attention, picked up the banana peel, and made a slam dunk action. The banana peel naturally turned for three and a half weeks in the air and Demichelis made a big roundabout, with a bang, with a perfect The parabola went in the trash.

Chang Xiao, who was eating, suddenly heard the sound of a heavy object breaking through the air, and it passed in an instant, and the sound shook the world, and he couldn't help but raise his head in doubt.

"Meow?"

——What just flew over?

Meng Zhe coughed, lowered his head to eat, and pretended nothing happened.

These two came and went, having fun with each other, Huayu suddenly reminded in his mind, "Please be careful with the host, there are non-friendly Nascent Soul cultivators entering the Yuhe Building."

Meng Zhe gave a hand to pick up the vegetables.

He asked "Where?"

Huayu said, "The place near the right of the third table at the entrance of the gate."

Meng Zhe said, "I saw it."

When they were choosing seats, they chose a semi-enclosed private seat on the second floor by the railings. When they opened the window, they could just see the gate carved with dragons and phoenixes of the Imperial Palace through the hall. Meng Zhe looked down with his head sideways, just in time. can see.

There were about seven or eight people in that group, and the one walking in front was a fat man holding a folding fan. On the folding fan was written the words "Moon Dew Body" in big characters. He was wearing a golden crown, and the clothes fit the curves of the body very well. His waistline was so majestic that it almost burst. Belt.There are also a few sons and brothers in the back, and there are guards with swords in their waists. They don't look sideways or talk, and their aura is extraordinarily awe-inspiring.

Meng Zhe asked, "Is he Yuanying?"

Huayu said, "Exactly, the early Yuanying period."

Maybe it was because his action of stopping chopsticks to look around was too obvious, Xie Qingqing also stopped chopsticks, and looked down, "Ah, people from Ouchi."

Meng Zhe understood.

Ouchi is a setting in "The World Knows the King". In addition to cultivating immortals, this domain also has human dynasties. The monks belonging to the human dynasty are called Ouchi enshrined. Most of these monks are unfinished or covetous. For those who enjoy it, the general cultivation level is not that high, and the more important children of the royal family will have such monks behind them.

However, it is great for the ordinary princess Hou Ye to divide the golden core, but behind this young master is a Nascent Soul, even if it is only the early stage, in this era when Mahayana basically does not go out of the mountain, it is enough for him to walk sideways.

It seems that he is still a noble relative of the emperor.

Meng Zhe pinched his chin, "Unfriendly Nascent Soul? I just came here, haven't I offended anyone? Besides, even if he sees through me, does he really dare to offend the Demon Lord as a Nascent Soul?"

In the next second, he knew why he was unfriendly.

Hearing a bang, the fat man kicked open the door aggressively, frightened Dafu into jumping onto Meng Zhe's lap, the fat man looked around, saw the Demon Lord on the main seat, and pointed at him casually, "You!"

Meng Zhe rubbed Mao Mao's hand for a while, pointing to himself, "Me?"

The fat man said, "It's you, tidy up. I'll take care of this table. This table in Yuhelou has always been my seat. You carry the dishes and go to the door to find a place to eat."

Behind him, the owner of Yuhelou smiled and said, "Exactly." He winked at Meng Zhe, indicating that he would not offend him.

Neither Xie Qing nor Xie Qingqing wanted to cause trouble. They stood up and looked around. Xie Qingqing wondered, "Ah, but there are no other seats now."

The purple-clothed young master with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks behind the fat man said angrily, "There is no seat to eat standing up. You all carry swords. I don't know the clothes. Are you from a small sect?"

Xie Qing pouted.

Meng Zhe didn't have time to talk to him at all, he was still comforting his cat.

Although Dafu didn't make any movement since he came up, the little milk cat is very irritable, and he is the most taboo to threaten him. Meng Zhe was afraid that he would have some sequelae, so he stretched out his hand to scratch the cat's chin, and stroked his hair twice. Dafu rubbed his palms as before , he pinched his paws to make sure he wasn't trembling, and the worry in his heart went away.

He was aroused to three points of anger for a while, everyone in the 21st century talks about civilization, when has he ever seen this kind of playing with class for granted, and then he smiled and said, "Please remember, it is just an unknown little boy Pie, so what?"

The fat man pointed back at the enshrining, "Yuanying, have you seen it? How many Yuanying do you have in your sect? Does the suzerain have this rank? Give up your seat to the senior, do you understand?"

The priest raised his chin in cooperation.

Meng Zhe "..."

The uc title flashed out uncontrollably in his mind.

--Shock!Yuan Ying's cultivation was beyond his control and forced Du Jie to give up his seat, and this turned out to be the case!

If Song Zhixuan was really here, this Nascent Soul kid might have been beaten up to the point where he did a full set of rhythmic gymnastics turns, and then flew upside down out of the window.

However, Meng Zhe is a humble bronze after all. He is not the same as Long Aotian and Ben Long. He abides by the law and never fights. He adheres to the principle that more things are worse than less things. He just wanted to ask the boss to re-arrange the seats and just take a step back. .The Nascent Soul suddenly took a step back, retreated into the team, and whispered something to the fat young man.

The fat boy's eyebrows were raised high, revealing something inconceivable.

Meng Zhe was far away, and could only vaguely hear the words "two, female cultivator, whose identity is unknown, half a step above Mahayana."

His heart tightened suddenly, and a strong ominous feeling emerged.

After all, something like Nascent Soul Mahayana is a treasure of any sect, and it is generally not easy to get out of the mountain. Even if it is only a half-step Mahayana, it is still very strong, so there is no reason for two people to come out all at once.It’s like when you are walking in the wild and encounter a giant panda by chance, it can be said to be lucky. If you hug left and right, you can see that it is a national treasure, and it is 100% lost to the Wolongshan Giant Panda Breeding Base.

Meng Zhe groaned inwardly, thinking, "I was discovered? This is to block me."

He picked up the cat, although he was sitting still, he was actually watching all directions and listening to all directions, but whenever there was a disturbance, he was ready to run away.

At the same time, at the entrance of the Yuhe Building, two women in white clothes with veiled hats covering their faces stared at the plaque. They didn't know what they were looking at, and they stopped there motionless.

They all wore long swords with black scabbards, tall and straight, plain clothes, slender waists and wide sleeves, a fine white jade tassel hanging from the waist, and the hem of the clothes was pressed with light pink coral and turquoise woven wreaths. He was born in good condition.

Xiao Er stood beside them, holding a tray, and he trotted down to greet this kind of distinguished guest as soon as he arrived at the door, but he felt a little embarrassed for such a noble girl, "Please, please, what do you want to eat upstairs? "

No one cares about him.

Xiao Er laughed, "If the guests don't know what to eat, come in first, so we can make arrangements, right?"

The woman bundled up one hand and paused for half a second, Xiao Er hurriedly shut up.

But another woman was smiling and said suddenly, "It's not food and lodging. I'm here to find someone. There is a very handsome man in black with noble manners. He is a whole head taller than me. He should be inside. Where is he in?" ?”

"This..." Xiao Er thought about it, and said with a smile, "The guest is making things difficult for us, and we can't reveal other guests at will..."

Before he finished speaking, he couldn't help but swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

The smiling girl put a sword across his neck, and the blade pressed against his artery, causing his blood vessels to twitch. "I'll ask again, where is he?"

Xiaoer turned his head tremblingly, and pointed to the window of the private room on the second floor. He could just see someone sitting with his back to the window. The man's crow-green hair was loosely tied in a knot, hanging behind his head, slightly sideways. Face, at this distance, only the outline of the eyebrows can be seen, but it can be seen that the long eyebrows are flying slantingly, the roots of the mountains are straight, and the warm yellow light shines up from the back of his cheeks, coating the skin with a glaze-like luster.

In terms of profile alone, it is already a first-class extraordinary appearance.

Dai Mei came all the way here, finally breathed a sigh of relief, pulled Bai Ling's sleeve, and said, "It's Your Majesty."

She started to leave, and explained, "Your Majesty is always in a better mood when he is eating. Let's go quickly, and the punishment may be lighter."

Just at this moment, Meng Zhe seemed to have sensed something, and glanced back.

Bai Ling's knees gave way, and he almost knelt down on the street.

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I just realized that cats can eat fruit orz