He saw that a web page was opened on Taobao, and it was filled with all kinds of imported cat food and canned food.
"Zhao Yao, help me buy some cat food. I'm tired of eating Royal food." Matcha looked at Zhao Yao expectantly.
However, Zhao Yao glanced at it and saw that a bag of imported cat food cost 600 to 700 yuan. He immediately said, "So expensive? No, no, it's too expensive. "
Seeing Zhao Yao's refusal, Matcha immediately widened her pair of round eyes and looked at him pitifully. "I read on the internet that cat food affects the lifespan of a cat. If they don't eat cat food well, when they get old and get sick, they will pee blood in the future.
I'm sick of eating the same cat food every day. Buy me some imported cat food. "
As she spoke, she widened her eyes and rubbed against Zhao Yao's palm.
Zhao Yao shook his head and said, "It's too expensive. I can't afford it. Let's talk about it when I get a raise." If she really bought imported cat food and cat snacks, Matcha would have to spend dozens of yuan a day. It was too much of a burden for Zhao Yao.
Being rejected again, Matcha immediately stopped what she was doing. She squinted her round eyes and rolled her eyes at Zhao Yao. She jumped off the sofa and went to the bedroom.
In the past month, Matcha's intelligence had increased rapidly. Especially since she learned to surf the Internet, she had changed from a naive five-year-old to a rebellious fifteen-year-old.
Feeling the contempt in Matcha's eyes, Zhao Yao twitched his mouth and said, "How snobbish …"
After resting for a while, Zhao Yao stood up and began to clean up the room. Because he raised a cat, he needed to sweep the floor every day to clean the cat's fur. At the same time, he had to go to the cat toilet to clean the feces and throw them into the garbage bag.
However, when he was cleaning the cat toilet, Zhao Yao found a small piece of cat feces in front of the door.
"This stupid cat!"
Pinching his nose, he threw the small piece of feces into the garbage bag through several layers of toilet paper. Then he carefully wiped the floor with disinfectant several times.
After doing all this, he immediately walked into the bedroom and saw Matcha lying on the bed with an old mobile phone in front of her.
His little head was raised, and his eyes were focused. His little mouth was open, and his pink tongue was slightly sticking out. He was staring at the phone in front of him with an adorable expression. His pair of pink claws were constantly swiping across the phone screen, and his little face was filled with nervousness.
Zhao Yao stepped forward, glanced at the phone screen, and said, "Playing Honor of Kings again?"
"Yes."
"Why did you poop outside the toilet again? Do you know how troublesome it is to clean it up?" Zhao Yao said angrily.
"Got it, next time I won't leave you outside." Matcha said indifferently, her eyes staring at the screen from start to finish.
Zhao Yao was even angrier when he saw the other party playing the game leisurely. He said, "How many times have you done this this week? How many times have I told you to come out after you've finished pooping? Don't come out in a hurry after you've finished pooping."
"Got it." As Matcha operated the phone, she said, "Who asked the toilet to be so dirty? There's no place for me to step on. When are you going to buy me an automatic cat toilet? I've seen a lot of cats on the internet using it."
The corner of Zhao Yao's mouth twitched. "That thing isn't reliable. How can it be as environmentally friendly as shoveling poop every day? Let me check your health."
Matcha wagged her tail. "You obviously don't have the money. Shoveling poop by hand isn't environmentally friendly. You should use it to farm."
"I've raised a son. Matcha is still the obedient Matcha from before."
Zhao Yao's mind flashed back to more than a month ago. Matcha's innocent, cute, and obedient appearance. He couldn't help but miss it.
Looking at Matcha, who was now addicted to Honor of Kings, he curled his lips and stretched his head out to look at the screen. He saw Matcha controlling No.7 Luban running around the field before it was finally beaten to death by Goku.
Then the voice of his teammate came through the phone.
"Luban is an idiot, right? Sending the game to this point."
"Can elementary school students stop sending themselves to death? Be good and do your homework. "
"Idiot Luban, when the other side finishes, please report our Luban!"
Seeing these words, Matcha's tail swung around angrily. She began to type and curse back.
"He killed me with skill. What right do you have to say that I sent him to death?"
"Trash tank, don't you know how to protect the back row?"
Seeing this scene, Zhao Yao didn't find it strange at all. In the past month, he discovered that not only could Matcha speak and communicate with him, but her understanding of the world and her own IQ were also increasing day by day. She even understood Chinese characters and Pinyin inexplicably.
Plus, after learning how to go online and play games, her cognition and personality changed even more.
And a few experiments in the past month also allowed Zhao Yao to confirm something. Other than Matcha, he couldn't communicate with other ordinary cats.
It was the same for Matcha. Other than her, everyone else could only hear meowing.
And the communication between them wasn't so much through sound as it was through some kind of spiritual communication. Even if they didn't speak, they could hear each other's hearts within ten meters of each other.
On the other side, Matcha was still enthusiastically communicating with her teammates in Honor of Kings. Ever since Zhao Yao gave her his old phone, this cat liked to play games.
However, mobile games, especially games like Honor of Kings, were still too unfriendly to Matcha's cat claws. This caused him to often make mistakes in control. Nine out of ten games were lost, and the only game he won was by lying down. This also caused him to be stubborn until now.
Zhao Yao glanced at the opponent's screen. They were already behind by a large score of 2 to 12. He silently mourned for Matcha's teammates. Zhao Yao shook his head, changed his clothes, tidied up the room, and watched TV for a while. Unknowingly, it was already 12 o 'clock.
Zhao Yao yawned and went back to the bedroom to get ready to sleep. However, he found that Matcha had changed her posture. Her whole body was lying on the bed, still playing with her phone.
Zhao Yao sighed, frowned, and urged, "It's already 12 o 'clock. How much longer do you want to play? Get ready to sleep."
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