She pulled Yan Saburo and talked for a while, until he was a little absent-minded, and then set a time for the next day's lecture and took Qing'er to say goodbye.

"Cat!" the four-year-old Qing'er suddenly pointed to the wall and called out crisply.

A few people looked up, and sure enough, they saw a snow-white cat lying on the wall, and they didn't know how long they had been there.

"It's so beautiful, it's still mandarin duck eyes. The stone shopkeeper also noticed the special nature of the white cat, "Hey, it's yours?"

The cat gave them a contemptuous look and jumped into Yan Saburo's yard.

The boy nodded, turned and walked back.

......

The next day was a good day, Yan Saburo got up early in the morning, washed fish and rice, and boiled a pot of fragrant small fish porridge for the white cat.

The cat was still sleeping, and it didn't lift its eyes.

He washed his head and changed into a new set of clothes and shoes.

I'm going to school, for the first time in my life.

The boy pinched his palm, looked at the white ball at the head of the bed in the main room, and made sure that she was asleep, and then opened the door and walked out.

The stone shopkeeper's school is opposite, no more than 20 zhang away from his residence, and the white cat does not need to be carried by him, and can stay at home and play freely.

This is also an important reason why he agreed to go to Shijia Seminary.

On the first day of school, Yan Saburo brought enough shackles. The so-called etiquette cannot be wasted, and money must be indispensable. He had eavesdropped on two private lessons in Yicheng, and when the gentleman found out, he drove him away with a broom.

However, this time it was the turn of the female gentleman to resolutely refuse.

The stone shopkeeper's house is not small, and the layout is simple but elegant, which is very in line with the identity of the female gentleman. Yan Saburo also heard the discussion of his friends who went to school together, and knew the relationship between the shopkeeper Shi and the Su family.

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In the blink of an eye, another seven days passed.

Yan Saburo estimated that Chitose's anger should have almost faded, so he brought back a log basin, and walked into the house but there was no white cat everywhere.

He was anxious, and then remembered that she couldn't stay away from him.

"Chitose?"

He raised his voice twice, and turned around the small house twice before he heard a soft sound on the jujube tree outside.

When I went out and took a closer look, there was a white figure under the branches and leaves.

"What are you doing here?"

Chitose didn't want to deal with him, and he didn't want to break the record of not speaking for eleven days in a row, but ......

"There's a rat in the house!" she hates rats the most! "How can you let that thing in!"

Tsubazaburo was tempted to say that it seemed to be a cat's obligation not to let rats into the house. "You're a cat, how can a cat not catch mice?"

"Which two fools stipulate that cats must catch mice?" she scratched the tree desperately to express her anger, "You go, you go quickly!"

He touched his nose and went into the house to catch mice. The Li Mansion has been vacant for too long, and it is normal for a few small creatures to come to spend the night without paying.

A quarter of an hour later, he walked out with the squeaky thing.

"Kill it, throw it out!" the white cat nearly blew at the trunk with ten paws.

Yan Saburo shrugged his shoulders and threw the mouse out of the house, but it didn't kill him. Thanks to this little thing, Chitose spoke to him.

As a token of gratitude, he let it go, and considered asking it or its kind to help the next time the two of them had a cold war.

Qing'er happened to pass by the door and asked him curiously: "Third brother, what's wrong with your cat, it's so miserable." ”

Yan Saburo: "......"

Back in the yard, he filled the tub with hot water and climbed a tree to hug the cat.

The white cat twisted his waist and jumped away: "What are you doing!"

The scary rat was gone, and she was alive again.

"Take a bath!" he said seriously, "your tail is dirty." ”

Chitose also knew, but she just didn't want this kid to touch her.

Yan Saburo easily offered a killer feature: "I see that the mouse has also stayed in the bed of the main house......"

Before he could finish speaking, the white cat pounced on him. "Shut up!"

He grabbed the delicate and soft body in his arms and moved off the tree.

This white cat grew up in the city lord's mansion in Yicheng, and since he was a child, he has been served by servants to take a bath, and he is not as afraid of water as ordinary cats. Chitose could even perceive that it was not averse to washing.

The water slid over the fur, the temperature was hot and cold, and Yan Saburo gently massaged its head, the force was neither light nor heavy.

The white cat suddenly felt that it seemed to be good to be served like this.

The autumn sun was not strong, Yan Saburo didn't dare to wash the cat for too long, so he hurriedly wrapped it in a towel and went into the back kitchen.

Chitose found out that there was a fire in the stove, and he was cooking rice, and he was also baking the kitchen warmly. Yan Saburo got a cushion out of nowhere and spread it on the straw pile, and the white cat immediately took it for himself and lazily lay on it.

The boy moved a horse to cut vegetables, turned his head and saw it squinting, and his two forepaws gently stepping on the mat, he couldn't help asking, "Is the soul of this cat still there?"

The body of the white cat originally had an owner, but it was used by Chitose during the day, could it be that her soul was eaten by her?, but she behaved too similarly...... Cats too.

"It's still there. Chitose even has a lazy voice, "When I'm not in charge, it's in charge of small things like eating, drinking, and washing hair." ”

Therefore, the cat still lives on its own, but there is more Chitose as a tenant who does not pay rent during the day.

Yan Saburo sighed.

Silence returned to the kitchen, save for the beeping of the firewood and the creeping of the water in the pot.

He was not good at words in the first place, and now he wants to tease the white cat to speak, so he has nothing to say.

"By the way, why is the bowl of noodles that Shopkeeper Shi ate better than our dishes?"

It's really a forced awkward conversation. Chitose rolled her eyelids, not poking him out. After so many days of cold war, her anger has also disappeared. If this kid never terminates the contract with the wooden bell, will she be angry for the rest of her life?

Emma, she suddenly reacted, how did the words "for life" pop into her mind?

It's horrible!

The white cat couldn't help but shudder, and Yan Saburo immediately moved the cushion closer to the stove.

That's it, for the sake of his petty flattery, she has a lot of adults, so let's solve his confusion. "That's silver silk noodles. ”

"So?" isn't it just a bowl of clear soup noodles, or vegetarian, how can there be fatty barbecued pork delicious?

"Nerd. Chitose looked at his disapproving expression and smiled, "Do you think it's a clear soup with little water? The kung fu of silver silk noodles is in the soup, so you have to simmer pork ribs, chicken, and duck for at least an hour, and then chop the chicken into fine mincities, and put it in the pot to absorb impurities." Suck this four or five times until the soup is as clear as water and the oil slick is skimmed off, and then you can use it as a base soup to eat. ”

The boy looked at the pot boy on the stove and fell into thought, why do people make "eating" such a complicated thing?

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