"Meow … Xinghai … Meow … Xinghai …"
The Lucky Cat was chasing the tip of its tail in circles. It seemed to be very happy.
Fortunately, it seemed to have accepted the name "Xinghai," but when Zhang Zian took a peek at the phone, its origin and real name were still in the "unlocked" state. It seemed that his expectation of the kitten being so affectionate to him was not going to happen...
At least, it was not so afraid of him anymore.
He wanted to complain about this game. Why did the favorability rating start from the negative value?
The sun soon set. The solar street lights on the street automatically lit up. The smell of food floated in the air. Zhang Zian's stomach cooperated with him.
He cleared his throat. "Ahem! Do you want to eat something? Or should I make a comfortable cat bed for you to have a good rest? "
The Navigation Elf said that it did not need to eat, but what if it did? Feeding was a shortcut to increase favorability rating!
Most of the houses in Binhai City did not have heating. It was cold in winter, so the shops sold semi-enclosed warm cat beds.
"Meow … No … Meow … Xinghai hates cat beds … They are dark and small …" It immediately expressed its strong rejection.
"Okay! Don't want a cat bed! We don't want a cat bed! " Zhang Zian was so scared that he broke into a cold sweat. It was the first time that Xinghai had expressed its hatred towards something.
He gritted his teeth. "Then, how about you sleep in my bed? I will sleep somewhere else."
"Meow … Xinghai can stay here …"
It seemed to like the slightly empty shop on the first floor. It slightly moved away from the red sandalwood that it regarded as its base, and expanded the radius of activity from 15 centimeters to 50 centimeters …
"Well, no problem. You can stay in this room wherever you want. Oh, my name is Zhang Zian. Hello, Xinghai! "
"Meow … He … Hello …" It seemed to be shy and buried its little face.
"I am going upstairs to cook, then take a shower and wash clothes. Is it okay for you to stay here?"
It nodded slightly.
Zhang Zian walked lightly upstairs like a thief. He walked into his bedroom, closed the door, and collapsed on the bed. He was so tired that he felt like his whole body was falling apart.
Treating the Lucky Cat was like holding a priceless piece of porcelain. He had to be very careful, not to say a wrong word, and not to do anything to scare it. It was really tiring.
At the same time, Zhang Zian was almost 100% sure that it had suffered serious psychological trauma in the past, and this trauma was 100% human.
He didn't care much about why it was called the Lucky Cat or how mysterious its origin was. He just wanted it to be able to play happily like a normal cat … If raising the favorability level could achieve this, then he would raise the favorability level! He had to improve at all costs!
Like other men his age, Zhang Zian also had a headache when it came to cooking. His best staple food was instant noodles, his best dish was scrambled eggs, and his best knife skill was cutting ham and sausages. Therefore, he often went to small restaurants to solve the problem of food and clothing, but he couldn't bear to leave the Lucky Cat alone in the restaurant. In the end, he still made instant noodles and sausages.
The Lucky Cat was very quiet on the first floor. Several times, he thought it had slipped away or disappeared, like a dream or a phantom. He quietly went down the stairs and saw it squatting behind the floor-to-ceiling glass door in front of the store, looking up at the night sky through the glass. Its starry eyes reflected the sea of stars.
The bright moonlight shone on its body, leaving a black and white shadow on the ground. It was motionless and extremely illusory, as if it would melt in the moonlight in the next second, but it was also very real, as if it represented eternity.
It was fragile and powerful, and its indescribable sense of existence was heartbreaking.
It seemed like a kind of blasphemy to disturb this tranquility.
The night was cold.
Zhang Zian gently put a cotton pad on the floor tile, used a little force, and slid it in its direction. Then he tiptoed upstairs as he came.
He woke up in the middle of the night because he had to pee. After he went to the toilet, he vaguely remembered the Lucky Cat, and suddenly became much more awake. He walked down softly and saw it curled up on the cotton pad, bathed in the moonlight and starlight, sleeping soundly.
He didn't go back to sleep after midnight. He turned on the computer, browsed shopping websites, and searched for manufacturers that could customize the crib according to his requirements …
…
The next day, he still went downstairs with panda eyes.
It was only dawn, but he had set today as the official opening day, so he had to prepare in advance.
"Good morning, Galaxy!"
The Lucky Cat was already awake, but it was still lying on the cotton pad, curiously watching the pedestrians on the street through the floor-to-ceiling glass door. Some people were going to work, some had just gotten off work, and some old people were wearing silk exercise clothes and carrying long swords. They were going to the park to exercise in groups of three or five. To be honest, because they had enough rest, these old people were more energetic than young people …
Last night, Zhang Zian didn't pull down the shutter door, but just locked the floor-to-ceiling glass door from the inside. Anyway, there was nothing to steal in the store — he had never seen a burglar who specialized in stealing pets.
The glass door probably made the Lucky Cat feel very safe. Only when people passed by in front of the store, it would crawl on the ground, as if to say: You can't see me, you can't see me!
Hearing Zhang Zian's greeting, it wagged its tail, "Meow, good … good morning …"
"Okay! Let's get to work! "Zhang Zian rolled up his sleeves and said confidently.
The Lucky Cat's attention shifted from the pedestrians outside to him.
Yesterday, in order to prevent the newly arrived pets from being frightened, he put them directly into the display cabinet without any treatment. From today on, they would face the customers directly, so he had to at least wipe their bodies clean, tidy their hair, and eliminate the mixed odors of the various animals in the farm.
Every pet store had a sink for pets to bathe, which was usually set in a small cubicle. A completely open sink was not very good, as it could not guarantee the temperature during bathing, especially in winter. In addition, the noise of the hair dryer or water dryer would also bother the customers.
Zhang Zian had no experience in bathing pets, so he chose two kittens and a puppy. Compared to an adult cat that weighed 10 pounds and an adult dog that weighed 20 pounds, the kittens and puppies were much easier to take care of, and their hair was currently relatively short, which was easy to comb.
Adult long-haired cats and dogs were very troublesome to wash, and their hair would take at least one or two hours to dry. In the past, when his parents ran the store, it was his mother who bathed the pets in the morning, and his father who cleaned and tidied up the store. Every morning before the opening of the store, he could only bathe one pet at most, but pets did not need to be bathed every day anyway.
If a pet's thick hair was not dried, the consequences would be very serious. Fungi, eczema, and mites would all breed at the bottom of the warm and moist hair layer. Pets would not tell people that they were itchy, they would just keep rubbing themselves …
Zhang Zian did not rush to challenge the epic task of bathing the cats. He just used a comb dipped in water to comb the knots in their hair, cleaned their tear ducts and ears with cotton balls, and wiped their little faces with wet paper towels. He blew a little and put them under the sun to dry.
He called a nearby flower shop and asked them to send two flower baskets over.
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