"Try the coffee." Feng Jiao handed the coffee she had eaten for two sips to Ling Yuan with the cup.

Seeing the black cat taking a sip of coffee in the cup, and then he still had an unsatisfactory bite. Another sip of his mouth came from the cat cafe owner Yan Xing was almost doubting his life.

This...What kind of cat is this?! Why can you even drink coffee?

The black cat shook his head at Feng Jiao and signaled not to do so.

The coffee tastes quite fragrant, but it is still a bit sweet. He prefers tea with a light texture.

While Feng Jiao and Ling Yuan were having coffee, Yan Xing also served the first dish he specially prepared for them: "This is the Iberian ham salad you ordered. I also specially asked the chef to add some smoked-cheese you like, I believe you will definitely like it."

Feng Jiao nodded with a smile.

Ling Yuan said that he did not understand the conversation between the two people at all.

However, this did not prevent him from enjoying the feeding of his wife.

Soon, Yan Xing saw that Feng Jiao took a fork and brought the sliced ​​ham and smoked cheese to the mouth of the black cat in her arms.

The little guy didn't hesitate, and looked like he trusted his master wholeheartedly and ate the food that Feng Jiao gave him beautifully.

Yan Xing opened his mouth.

OK, thank you for the blessing of Fengjiao girl, he opened his eyes today and saw an extraordinary and extraordinary cat.

This is the first time Ling Yuan has eaten food outside the Chinese food culture circle.

The flavor of Iberian ham is good, the smoky cheese tastes a bit similar to that of ham, and the taste is very good, so he can accept it.

He even ate a lot of lettuce leaves dipped in salad dressing.

When Yan Xing delivered the second dish, mushroom soup, he saw the picture of the black cat eating water radish slices.

"No, I said... Sister Fengjiao, have your cat become a sperm? Why do you even eat water radish slices?"

"Have you never heard of children who are not picky about food are good children?" Feng Jiao raised her eyebrows and looked at Yan Xing.

Yan Xing: "..."

He put down the mushroom soup in his hand and hurriedly stepped aside, thinking, that black cat can't even drink mushroom soup, right?

Just as he was thinking, Feng Jiao scooped a spoonful of soup, put it on his mouth and blew it cooled down, and delivered it to the black cat's mouth. The little guy not only drank it all in one breath, but also nodded at Feng Jiao.

Yan Xing was stunned. After thinking about it, he opened a can of canned cats and walked to Feng Jiao.

"Little guy, stop arguing at your poop shoveler, let her enjoy the food quietly. Look at my brother, who has the best canned cats here!"

There are six cats in Yan Xing's cat cafe.

Every time he took out the canned cats, the little guys rushed over like a hungry gourmet who had been hungry for a long time, and there was no time to disobey.

Yan Xing held the canned cat and looked at the black cat lying on Feng Jiao's legs, and thought to himself, "Cat people should eat canned cats obediently, what kind of mushroom soup should they drink!"

Who knew that the black cat was unmoved and turned his head to the side and pointed his butt at his canned cat.

On the contrary, the six cats that Yan Xing raised in the cat cafe, after smelling the canned cats, all ran over and meowed around Yan Xing.
Chapter completed!