MTL - After Resurrecting, I Opened a Cat Cafe-Chapter 68 put to sleep

Although the kitchen dedicated to cats and cats is separated, it is not small in size. Bo Jin, a big man, was installed, and Pei Shiyi, who came in later, was able to turn around.

Pei Shiyi walked around the kitchen and said to Muffin, "It's bigger than our bedroom upstairs."

Barrage:

"Hahaha, it's bigger than the bedroom, how small is that bedroom?"

"Sponge cake! Sponge cake! Do I want sponge cake!"

Sponge cake of course can't kiss the phone, he can only flirt with his husband.

Bo Jin was cutting beef, and there was only enough space left in the kitchen. Pei Shiyi turned around, the bird was still restless, and used the live broadcast as an excuse to fumble around in the kitchen with a muffin on top: "This is just bought a few days ago." Glass bowls, refrigerators? The refrigerators are the raw materials for making cat meals, let me open them for you to see."

As Pei Shiyi said, he pulled open the refrigerator.

The temperature has dropped recently, and Mao Cafe’s air conditioner has started to heat up. He doesn’t feel too cold with the refrigerator on, and he can even reach out to look for things in the air conditioner: “The ingredients for cat rice are basically delivered on the same day, and there are some nutritional creams in it. And canned food, nothing else, oh, and an unused hair remover. Groom the cat a lot, and you'll eat less."

After Pei Shiyi destroyed the refrigerator, he went to harass Bo Jin again: "Let's take a look at today's menu for the cats."

He stood next to Bo Jin with his mobile phone and tried to lift the lid of the pot to have a look, but Bo Jin slapped his hands away.

Bo Jin squeezed Pei Shiyi's wrist: "Please, let it go, your babies' lunch is still inside."

He rubbed the protruding knuckles of his wrist with his fingertips, feeling that the wrist in his palm was still thin and painful. Bo Jin doesn't know what other Phoenixes are like, but he guesses that even in Phoenix, Boss Pei is the hardest one to feed - he drinks water every day, eats only two mouthfuls of food, and eats a little more. patient.

Although with this cultivation level, one does not need to eat food long ago, but there is still some difference between eating and not eating.

Pei Shiyi didn't pull back his hand, he probed to look at the transparent pot lid, "What did you do today?"

Due to the angle of the phone, the viewers in the live broadcast room could only see Bo Jin's cold profile and a hand that Bo Jin was holding. Most of the fans immediately recognized Bo Jin as the man who appeared in the Song Cake video.

He was so easy to distinguish, and his cold look made it hard to forget once one saw him.

Barrage:

"It's the man with the sponge cake lying on his chest! Draw the knife!"

"??? What are you doing?! Let go of the boss!"

"Clap your hands just now! Did you see that? What does this man have to do with our boss?"

Pei Shiyi glanced at the barrage, and said with a smile, "This is not a Maoca employee, but...the employee's family."

He kissed Songbing's ear: "It's our Songbing's father."

Song Gao seldom uses this name, and usually only secretly calls her two elders that way in her heart. At this time when Pei Shiyi said it, he shyly covered his face with his tail and snuggled against Pei Shiyi's cheek, ashamed to look at Bo Jin at all.

Pei Shiyi gave Bo Jin a look: I'm so stupid, what are you doing in a daze, why don't you come over and kiss me.

Bo Jin put down the small bowl in his hand, and, intentionally or not, kissed the muffin cake where Pei Shiyi had kissed him: "Yes, my son."

The sponge cake rolled into a ball of fur, its ears were pressed down, and its claws hugged Pei Shiyi's neck tightly, extremely shy.

Pei Shiyi laughed.

In front of 70,000 to 80,000 fans in the live broadcast room, Pei Shiyi, a heartless bird, secretly teased his boyfriend, and ignored the "gay in gay" barrage in the live broadcast room, and began to introduce today's lunch to the cats and cats.

"Today is chicken breast and beef brisket. If you don't have a kitten at home, you don't need to cut it too thin before steaming. It's just the right size for you to eat."

Bo Jin took out the steamed meat and divided them into several large bowls, and when the time comes, just take them out and divide them into small bowls.

Yimaoca has become a refined little bastard. Of course, the menu does not follow the recipes of ordinary cats, but today is going to be live broadcasted. The messy seasonings and raw materials in the kitchen are temporarily put away to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings.

There are two kinds of meat in the transparent glass bowl, the red one is beef brisket, and the pink and white one is chicken breast, which is steaming. The sharp knife cuts along the texture of the meat, and the hot meat juice drips down.

Pei Shiyi was extremely wicked. Knowing that many people might not have eaten at this point, he insisted on describing the taste of the meat, and the audience in the live broadcast room salivated.

Barrage:

"I can't hold back my saliva, can I say that I don't have so much meat for lunch?"

"This meat! Everything just fell apart and it feels so tender! It's pink inside and I'm so hungry!"

"Is this the cat meal of the cat cafe? Boss, do you still lack cats? The kind that you can eat well after going to college?"

Pei Shiyi smiled and said, "Otherwise, I'll taste it and tell you how it tastes."

As he was talking, he wanted to get the chopsticks in Bo Jin's hand, but Bo Jin let him go, and tore up two pieces of chicken breast and handed them to his boyfriend and son.

Pei Shiyi coughed, opened his mouth to bite, and finally closed his mouth.

Barrage:

"Damn it?! Did you feed me just now?"

"I tried to convince myself that I should feed the cat and feed the boss by the way!"

"I also want to feed the boss! The soul wears the boss friend!"

…

The cat rice was brought out and put into small bowls one by one.

Pei Shiyi clapped his hands, and the big cat upstairs and downstairs who were stuck waiting for their meals heard a familiar voice and hurried over to eat. Nine cat bowls were placed on a row of bowl racks, and the big cats ate together, with nine big tails standing up neatly.

There are a few big tails that are hooked and entangled, and they have to stick together after eating, and the relationship is very good.

The audience watched the live broadcast for a while, drooling, some couldn't help but opened the takeaway, and some started to buy gifts:

"Baby Yinzhou is delicious, buy beef for my Yinzhou."

"I feel that there are very few snacks in the refrigerator. The boss remembers to give the cats extra meals."

"Don't kittens eat? I want to see Meng Xia Xiaoman's first year, and I want to see the baby."

Pei Shiyi patted for a while, then said with a low laugh, "The kittens are here."

The food bowls of the kittens are flower-shaped, there are two in total, each with six petals, and each petal is a cat bowl. When the kittens eat, they will turn their heads and squeeze into the cat bowls of other cats. The cat went to squeeze another cat.

So, the six cats started to eat in circles, and the six long tails turned vertically into a colorful flower.

Barrage:

"Hahahahaha, fancy eating."

"It's really fancy, it's so delicious that it turns around."

"My mom's revolving restaurant is in a trance!"

Pei Shiyi stretched out his hand and put it on his tail, and the six tail tips swept across his palm, scratching his palm itchy, facing so many fancy big tails, no fluffy control can resist, the "awsl" on the barrage Brush it densely.

Pei Shiyi likes others to praise his fur kids. Facing the envy of the barrage, he even said with a smile, "I'll know whose tail it is if I close my eyes and hold a random tail."

The furry child in the family gets along day and night, even if his spiritual power and other four senses are sealed, he can know who it is by touching it.

Bo Jin covered his eyes with his hands, "Which one is it now?"

Pei Shiyi hooked a big tail casually, shook it lightly and said with a smile, "This is our awn seed."

The tail of the mango species with orange spots on the white background hooked and circled Pei Shiyi's wrist. He raised his soft face and rubbed against Pei Shiyi.

"mum."

I like the boss the most.

Barrage:

"Little round face! I'm dead!"

"Little Naiyin, I'm gone!"

"Six six six, how do you know this?"

Blindfolded by Bo Jin, Pei Shiyi smiled and kissed the tip of Mangzhong's tail: "Of course I know about my son."

Which one is not his baby? Which is.

Bo Jin was silent for a moment, then stuffed his hand in: "Then what about this one?"

Pei Shiyi squeezed his hand, pretending to think, and patted Bo Jin's arm after a while: "Of course it's our Bo Maomao."

Bo Maomao: "..."

Barrage:

"I smell gay."

"To be honest, no normal friend would say what kind of cat the other party is, right?"

"Boss boyfriend Li MAX, I'm so envious, I really want to be pinched!"

…

Pei Shiyi picked up his mobile phone: "Then there is a second program, please ask Mr. Tong to perform the wild wolf disco for us."

Audience: YOYO~

Mr. Tong’s famous work, Badguy, is still being recalled by fans. Is there a new work coming out this time?

After Pei Shiyi finished speaking, the copper coins, who had always had a strong desire to express, didn't jump up. Instead, they turned their backs to Pei Shiyi, and shut themselves up on the spot.

Copper coins are angry: Dai Dai said the singing was ugly just the day before yesterday, so he didn't want to throw cats in the live broadcast room.

Pei Shiyi squatted down and plucked the tail of the copper coin: "Boss Tong?"

"Copper coins?"

"Baby?"

The copper coin threw itself on Yinzhou with a groan, and refused to get up, Pei Shiyi said: "Well, Mr. Tong is not willing, then we..."

Toi Toi pushed the fondant ball over, and meowed twice, the meaning was very clear: I will meet with Mao Mao!

Copper coins:? ? ?

Pei Shiyi watched helplessly as his silly, sweet little troublemaker shook his head and yelled, "Meow, meow, meow, meow, meow—"

Toi Dai answered: "Meow meow meow meow..."

Although they are all in tune, why do the tortoise and the tortoise shell twist so much like copper coins? Could it be that the two cuties will grow into silly cats like copper coins in the future?

Pei Shiyi was a little hard to accept.

Such a silly cat, all he needs is a copper coin.

The copper coin turned its head and licked Yinzhou in shock: "Meow?"

Why do they all?

Yinzhou is very tired: After practicing for so long, you are the only one who knows how to play cat coffee.

However, the tortoise shell is particularly accurate, and the high and low meows still look good. If you change to a human, you can really wash your face and make your debut.

No, tortoise and tortoiseshell are so cute that they don't even need to wash their faces.

Barrage:

"Step on the point, step on the point!"

"The flower in my heart, I want to take you home, in that late night bar...I sang it!"

"I also sang along, is this cat a spirit?"

"Reported and reported"

…

It was already 12:30 noon when the cat grooming program started. Boss Pei coaxed the cat while grooming. The whole live broadcast room was filled with his lowered voice, always saying:

"Our Yunchao is also very beautiful today."

"Does Fondant like the ball you bought yesterday?"

"Miss Petunia's beauty is also operating normally today."

"The manager of the egg yolk store is also working very hard. Remember to take a rest at noon. Are you sleepy?"

"Okay, ok, tortoise and tortoise don't want to comb their hair, let's play with the copper coins."

No one could bear this kind of praise, and Boss Pei's voice was extremely gentle. The number of viewers in the live broadcast room gradually increased to 140,000, and they all said: It is better than white noise to lull you to sleep!

Grooming, holding high, and various praises are the daily routine of cat cafes. Every day, Pei Shiyi will coax the cats to be happy physically and mentally before letting them go to work.

If you get tired of dealing with humans, you can go to the third floor to rest at any time.

It was the first time for the audience in the live broadcast room to experience the hypnotic "encouragement before class" from the boss. They were coaxed into confusion, and felt that they were also fluffy in the boss's arms. When they heard the boss say, "Add small fish at night. "Dry", he couldn't help nodding along.

Bo Jin listened quietly, feeling drowsy gradually rising, he almost couldn't bear it anymore, put one hand between his brows, and slightly closed his eyes.

Although he is more prone to sleepiness than normal people, but cat cafes come and go, even if the atmosphere is warm and peaceful, he often can only doze off, and it is impossible to really fall asleep.

But it's different around Pei Shiyi. Pei Shiyi reassures him too much. Whether there is a lot of traffic or people's voices outside the window is not a disturbance, but a star embellishment of the fireworks in the world.

Bo Jin put one hand on Pei Shiyi's shoulder and said in a low voice, "Sleepy."

Pei Shiyi was brushing the sponge cake, and smiled when he heard this, and put the neat little sponge cake in his arms, "Then go to sleep."

The sleepy muffin nestled in Bo Jin's arms, one big and one small leaned on the window sill, and soon fell asleep.

Pei Shiyi took a small blanket and covered Bo Jin's body, looked at it quietly for a while, smiled at the phone in the silence, and said softly: "This is the end of today's live broadcast, remember to take a nap, good afternoon."

There was a flash of "see you next time" in the live broadcast room, and the fans waited until the live broadcast room was closed before reluctantly quitting.

I don't know if the boss has turned into a sleeping pill, but after hearing the sound of good afternoon, I gradually became sleepy even though I wasn't sleepy at first.

Well, it's okay to sleep for a while at this point.

Go to sleep. Go to sleep.

…

Wei Lan hasn't had a good night's sleep for a long time. Since the variety show started broadcasting, his popularity has ushered in a new wave of growth, and his manager has started to pick up activities for him endlessly. The schedule is always full of water, and various programs even gave him a reality show.

The reality show is almost a kind of torture for Wei Lang's slow-heated personality.

He doesn't have all-round skills. From his debut in the talent show to his current position, he has taken every step with trepidation, and every album has been released with trepidation.

As a creative singer, Wei Lan's excessive interpersonal communication not only caused him insomnia but also drained his inspiration. On Saturday, he was hospitalized with a sudden gastroenteritis yesterday, so the next few days will be off.

Wei Lan turned on his computer and mobile phone, intending to revise his new song some time ago, but when he opened the work interface, his mind was blank.

He was obviously sleepy and had a headache, but as soon as he lay down, he felt countless messy thoughts rushing up. When he was tired, he heard a public service advertisement related to stray pets on TV. He was stunned for a moment, and suddenly the advertisement seemed to be filmed by the cicada.

Maybe smoking cats would relax him a bit?

Wei Lan turned on his phone, downloaded a J station, and just after searching for Maoca's account, he was prompted that the other party was broadcasting live.

live streaming?

Curious, Wei Lan clicked into the live broadcast room, the camera was facing a person, but only below the collar, he could tell it was the young boss just by hearing the voice - he had heard this voice in a video of Maoca , with a superbly good voice, if she sang, she would probably be yelled by a group of girls, "Su's ears are dregs."

The other party held a comb in his slender hand, and gently combed the long hair of the big cat in his arms.

In his arms is a forest cat with dark and light fur, with a tuft of dark hair on the tip of its ears, its delicate face is resting on the man's forearm, its eyes are closed, and as the comb combs the soft long hair, Wei Lang can hear The purr of a cat.

The warm autumn and winter sun shines on the people and cats, and the milk tea on the table is steaming with steam. Hearing the soft voice of the man, Wei Lan gradually feels sleepy.

He thought in a daze: next week, next week, we must go to Mao Cafe.