Feng Jiao was busy here, and the black cat had already seen that something was wrong.

"Hey, who told Ben Daxian that tonight's dinner was roasted wheat with egg skin and pork stuffing? How did it turn into bread and porridge? ”

"Look, that little guy over there obviously doesn't look like he's been weaned. At present, there is only so much pork filling, of course, we must first make minced porridge, feed the little guy, and save his life. Feng Jiao said as a matter of course.

Black Cat: "......"

Why does Benjun's egg skin roasted wheat turn into this little guy's minced porridge!

I'm so irritable, I want to get rid of that nasty little guy, what should I do!

The little white tiger lying next to Feng Jiao seemed to notice the black cat's not very friendly gaze, and hummed twice at Feng Jiao aggrievedly.

Feng Jiao was busy cooking dinner, and immediately threw a warning look at the black cat: "Ah Ling, the little guy is so young, you can't bully him!" It's a big deal, I'll prepare a spirit chicken tomorrow to cook for you, can't you? ”

The black cat twitched the corners of her mouth angrily.

Very good, here is such a weak little white tiger, his status in the eyes of the little chef has declined!

Feng Jiao quickly made dinner, put the black cat's share in front of him, and then sat down beside the little white tiger, and carefully blew the fragrant porridge cooked spoonful by spoonful, and sent it to the little guy's mouth.

Seeing this, the black cat gritted his teeth, sulking in his heart, and felt that the dinner in front of him did not taste good.

Heh, didn't you just pick up a little white tiger?!

Need your service so considerate?!

The white tiger cub, who hadn't eaten for an unknown amount of time, was apparently starving.

The fragrant, soft and nutritious minced meat porridge was close at hand, and the little guy ate it happily, drank a bowl full of minced meat porridge, and then stood up with a round little belly and burped comfortably.

Feng Jiao quickly finished her dinner, and when she saw that the boiling water had been dried at the right temperature, she took out a wooden basin and cloth towel and took a bath for the dirty little guy.

After taking a bath, she used a cloth towel to help the little guy dry his body, and by the way, she also used some fairy energy to help him dry.

Looking at the scene unfolding in front of him, the black cat's entire face was full of unhappiness.

It's also a feline that you picked up, why have you never been so kind to Benjun!

It's preparing meals again, feeding it again, bathing and drying it!

Feng Jiao didn't notice the black cat's face.

After the little white tiger was cleaned by her, she was completely conquered by the little guy's appearance!

The little one is snow-white, and has a pair of beautiful blue-purple eyes, beautiful like a docile and cute, young and well-behaved Persian cat!

"Little sister, this is not a Persian cat, it's a cub of a mythical beast white tiger!" The harvest system that I can't stand to see is corrected.

Feng Jiao: "......"

It doesn't matter what breed he is. She didn't care about the breed or anything.

She only cares if the little guy touches it, and whether it feels good to touch.

When Miss Feng Jiao's hand landed on the top of the little white tiger's furry head, the black cat couldn't help but twitch the corners of her mouth!

He now finally knew what the little cook had picked up the white tiger cub for!

The little cook put the little white tiger on her lap and stroked it again and again.

And the little white tiger also enjoyed it......