"Meow~~"
Dundun was lying on its roof, playing with a self-entertaining cat teaser stick with a suction cup next to it. Suddenly embraced by Lin Xu, it immediately expressed its dissatisfaction.
Obviously, the little guy was a bit unhappy.
Lin Xu rubbed its little head and whispered:
"Buddy, help Daddy draw a good snack. I'll give you some Wagyu for lunch today."
Ever since Dundun got a chance to taste the richly fatty Wagyu while Old Huang was having beef tartare a couple of days ago, it's been quite fond of it. Although cats shouldn't have too much animal fat, a little now and then is fine.
After all, it's necessary to store fat for the winter.
With fat, cats won't feel cold.
Hearing the word "Wagyu," the initially playful Dundun immediately perked up. It stopped struggling and instead eagerly waved its paw, displaying a "hurry up" attitude.
Since the little guy was being so cooperative, Lin Xu skipped the previous procedure and just silently recited in his mind:
