He Guan'er hadn't slept or eaten well for two nights.

Every morning when she goes out, she always prepares something for Xiao Hei to eat, a few boxes of canned cat food are placed next to the sofa, and five or six plates are lined up on the ground, filled with all kinds of different cat food.

However, when she came home in the evening, she found that Xiao Hei had not eaten those things at all.

In the first few days, Xiao Hei still had two bites of canned cat food, and since the day before, he hasn't even touched the canned cat.

He Wan'er was about to die of sorrow, and he was really afraid that Xiao Hei would starve himself to death.

It was already six o'clock when he got home from work, He Wan'er couldn't wait to run home, opened the door, and wanted to see if Xiao Hei had eaten, but found that not only had the food not moved, but Xiao Hei was not on the windowsill where he usually liked to stay, but lay on the sofa, motionless.

He Wan'er was startled and hurriedly stepped forward to check, for fear that it would die.

Fortunately, my stomach is still moving, and I still have breathing.

He Wan'er took a long breath, but looked at the weak Xiao Hei and couldn't help but have a sour nose.

Xiao Hei's current appearance reminded her of a very unlucky word - dying.

She really couldn't take care of the cat, and He Yixiao had won Xiao Hei's trust, but she ruthlessly abandoned it.

Is Xiao Hei's heart like ashes now, and he feels that the world is not worth it, so he is bent on dying?

The more He Wan'er thought about it, the more sad he became, squatting in front of Xiao Hei, he wanted to reach out and touch it, but he was afraid of scaring it.

She was afraid that it would be cold lying on the ground, so she took the small blanket on the sofa and covered its stomach, and she didn't dare to touch it or move, she only felt that she was too incompetent.

Xiao Hei didn't run, and I don't know if he didn't have the strength to run. It only turned its head, glanced at He Wan'er, and continued to lie still.

He Wan'er couldn't help crying: "I'm sorry, it's all useless." ”

She wanted to retract what she had said a few days ago, when she said that cats would not starve themselves to death, but she was so angry that she would rather starve to death than eat the food she gave her.

After squatting for more than ten minutes, her feet were a little numb, looking at Xiao Hei motionless, wiping the wet corners of her eyes, and walking away gently.

After changing his clothes from the bedroom, Xiao Hei found that Xiao Hei, who was lying in front of the sofa just now, was nowhere to be seen.

He Wan'er was taken aback: "Little Black!"

But she heard a meow behind her, very faint, but she could hear it clearly.

He Wan'er turned around and found that Xiao Hei, who was lying on the floor just now, actually appeared on the dining table in the dining room.

Seeing the cat that couldn't move just now, he jumped on the table at this time, and He Wan'er was in a relaxed mood.

And what surprised her even more was that the little black and golden eyes were shining, and her front paws scratched the plastic bag on the table, raised her head, and meowed at He Wan'er.

He Wan'er leaned over lightly, originally afraid of scaring Xiao Hei, but unexpectedly it was motionless, and his attention was still on the plastic bag.

He Wan'er remembered that the plastic bag contained some food she had bought by the supermarket, and she was pleasantly surprised—no, it wanted to eat?

She took a closer look and found that the little black paw was on a crisper box, looked up at He Wan'er again, and meowed.

He Wan'er felt that he understood—Xiao Hei said that it was going to eat the contents of the box.

"So you love this!" He Wan'er almost cried with joy.

It was a box of small crucian carp that she bought casually, which is almost the cheapest fish in the supermarket, she originally bought it to prepare to stew fish soup at night, but she didn't expect Xiao Hei, who didn't even eat high-end cat food, to be good at this bite.

It's also that she's stupid, as a cat, of course she loves fish.

What's so good about cat food? Like compressed biscuits, where is the better taste than meat?

He Wan'er was in high spirits and asked it again: "Do you want to eat raw or cooked?"

Of course, Xiao Hei didn't understand, tilted his head to look at her, and his golden eyes revealed the expectation of food.

He Wan'er thought about it and felt that Xiao Hei hadn't eaten for so many days, so it was better to eat it cooked.

So he picked up the fish and went into the kitchen, made a pot of hot water, and prepared to steam the fish for Xiao Hei.

For more than ten minutes, Xiao Hei kept hovering under her feet, until she brought out the half-cooked small fish from the pot, and then she couldn't wait to pounce on it and eat it.

Gobble up.

The moment He Wan'er watched it eat a few small fish, the old mother's feeling came spontaneously, and she almost cried with joy.

After eating and drinking, Xiao Hei jumped on the sofa, first licked his paws and washed his face, and then began to lie on his stomach, his eyes were slanted, and he was about to fall asleep.

He Wan'er tiptoed over and sat down lightly a meter away from it.

Xiao Hei's eyes opened, and she turned to see that it was her, and continued to nap.

He Wan'er tentatively got closer and closer, and his mouth was still discussing with it: "Are the two of us getting better now?"

Xiao Hei sensed her approach, but he didn't look at her, his eyes narrowed.

He Wan'er continued to inch in: "Are you willing to let me touch it?"

Blackie ignored her.

He Wan'er thought about it, and became more bold, so he tentatively stretched out his hand and scratched the top of its head.

Xiao Hei immediately opened his eyes, and He Wan'er was about to withdraw his hand, but found that it closed its eyes again.

There was no resistance.

She couldn't help but be overjoyed, and moved over little by little.

I didn't expect to rely on a few small fish to improve my status, I knew that I would buy a ten-pound and eight-pound fish today, as long as the cat owner is happy, she can eat bran vegetables!

She rolled her eyes, and didn't care whether the cat understood it or not, and read in pieces: "Little Hei, I'll buy you a little fish tomorrow." Do you like crucian carp or carp, why don't you buy some tilapia and we'll eat it together in the evening?"

Blackie was already asleep.

He Wan'er moved again, closer to Xiao Hei - still not running, let her caress the top of her head, and began to purr and pull up the bellows.

He Guan'er touched the cat's head with satisfaction, only to feel that it was soft and thick, and the feel was too good.

She touched it, couldn't help but be greedy, and lowered her voice as if asking Xiao Hei's opinion: "Let me hug it?"

After saying that, both hands were up, trying to lift it from the sofa to his lap.

Xiao Hei suddenly opened his eyes and meowed, his voice was loud and sharp, which startled He Wan'er.

Then, without mercy, a claw scratched her hand, and immediately several scratches were made.

Then he jumped off the couch with agility, shook his hair, and jumped on the windowsill with a swagger, leaving her a back.

"You!" He Wan'er was angry, and waved his fist at it violently, but it was just a bluff after all.

Xiao Heiken is ready to eat, she is already very happy, where is she willing to touch a single hair of it?

Xiao Hei also seemed to know this, he had no fear, and he didn't have the slightest good face for He Wan'er - I have to say that this cat is really smart and knows how to read words and feelings

He Wan'er can't really care about it, anyway, if he doesn't let him hug it, he is willing to eat to appreciate his face. The cat owner doesn't care if you love it or not, he only cares about whether you are filial or not.

He Guan'er sighed for a long time, and finally realized the difficulty of being a cat slave.