After Wang Anfeng delivered the cooked meat stew to his neighbor next door, he ended up bringing back some fruit.
There was still a small half left in the pot, and the small beast nestled at his feet, its voice pleasingly soft. Wang Anfeng couldn't help but laugh, fetching a slightly smaller coarse pottery bowl, and filled it with some meat chunks and carrot pieces, putting them down for the little beast.
The latter sniffed slightly, showed no hesitation towards the heat, and began eating heartily.
Wang Anfeng reached out to stroke the little beast's head, feeling its softness to the touch, and said with a smile:
"You've eaten so much, yet you haven't grown at all?"
"A whole month, and you're still this small."
"Could it be that your belly is a bottomless pit, and you need to eat as much as a cow to grow a bit bigger? My third master said you were already five or six months old at the start, and in our Great Liang Village, cats this big would already be yowling in spring."
