Transmigrating Into a Violent General’s Sweetheart Breeder

Ling Huan wanted 009 to put away the colored books to avoid asking Beibei to turn it out again, but 009 refused.

[This is a novice gift given by the host to wear the book. It is well-made, complete in content, and rich in variety. It is a rare product. You can't buy such a top-quality book on Star. 】

Ling Huan: "..."

[And this is not a reward drop item, I can't confisc it here. The cat likes to accidentally bump the book when it climbs up and down, and it is excusable to look at it curiously. Usually the host’s cat doesn’t seem to be very interested in people and areas other than the host, otherwise the host would hide the book in Baron Rael’s study. 】

Ling Huan rubbed his brows, "I thank you for your suggestion."

He moved a chair and stood in front of the tall bookcase. He probably estimated the trajectory of Xia Beibei's movements, and forcefully inserted the evil hard-shell illustrated book on the penultimate floor, which was relatively difficult to touch. When the clap came down, she just happened to meet Beibei who was lying on the bed and watching his movements intently.

Ling Huan, who didn't care much, took out Beibei's special rice bowl from the side of the cat litter, and took the rice bowl to the kitchen to cook Beibei's cat food in a good mood.

On the first day after picking it back, he found that Beibei was picky eaters. He just started to gritted his teeth and bought the nutrient element pet cat food with huge sums of money on Star.com, and Beibei disdainfully pushed him to the side. Only the cat he mixed. The rice will reluctantly appreciate the face and eat a little bit.

Ling Huan took a rice bowl and a bag of cat food bought by a ghost after passing by the pet shop just now and watched the advertisement and returned to the room.

He moved towards Beibei, who was still squatting high on the bed, and lowered his head to pour the cat food on the side of the cat rice. As soon as he knocked the bowl and poured it, there was an extra round cat head in his arms.

"Try the newly bought cat food. The owner told me that it is an imitation caviar taste. It is not the same as the original one. It is delicious."

Ling Huan turned the rice bowl at an angle, and the side with the cat food turned to Beibei's mouth.

But as soon as he let go, a steady cat's paw was held by the side of the rice bowl, and he waved it coolly. The rice bowl then turned a half circle clockwise, and the control was not bad. It happened to be the one with cat food. Send it to the farthest place on the other side.

The meaning of rejection is very obvious.

"Don't you like to eat new ones?" Ling Huan helplessly squeezed the triangular-pointed ears that trembled subconsciously while eating elegantly. He sat on the ground and watched Beibei eating for a while, pulling away as if thinking of something. On the drawer, take out a bottle from the inside.

Turning the bottle cap and pouring two white pills in his palm, he wrapped Beibei’s chest with one hand, and hooked the water basin on the side with the other, bent over to block all the way out and trapped the cat in his arms. Inside, he touched Beibei’s neck and whispered,

"After eating, I took the medicine. The new medicine just sent by the family doctor today is good for your throat. You refused to go to the veterinary hospital. The doctor asked many people for help, and finally prescribed some pet medicine. It is very likely that the vocal cords are damaged to make it impossible to scream. A kitten with the same symptoms as yours was unable to scream. It was fine after a month of medicine.

He was very concerned about Beibei’s throat. The family doctor that Mrs. Raels had invited was not a specialized veterinarian. Beibei was also very resistant to the doctor. Every time the doctor entered the door, he rushed to the tall cabinet and waited. The doctor walked down slowly.

Ling Huan hugged Beibei and kissed him, "You will be able to meow soon."

The bedroom window was half open for ventilation, and the slightly cool wind was running around in the room. Lu Jinbei’s back was pressed against the boy’s warm chest, and his face was unsuspectingly kissed. He was originally leaning against the meal. The paw on the edge of the basin suddenly lifted to touch his face.

With a loud noise, the rice bowl was knocked over, the cat rice inside was licked clean, and the rest was cat food, which was violently thrown out and spattered on the ground like pour-over beans.

There was a mess on the ground, and Ling Huan's temple jumped suddenly, taking a deep breath.

Beibei lowered her head and drilled into his arms as if she knew she had made a mistake. When she was picked up by her ears, her light golden eyes shook her head and quickly threw his hand away. Lie on his shoulders.

Ling Huan’s left shoulder was pressed by the heavy cat that he had raised during this period of time, and he followed Beibei’s fluffy back, “It’s useless to act like a baby, and he refuses to take the medicine. He even beats the rice bowl. I turned it over, so my voice won’t be better. Other people’s kittens can be considered coquettish only if they meow. Why can’t you call them..."

The soft and heavy cat hair rubbed against the ears, and Ling Huan felt a little lost by the cotton-like touch. The next second, a low-pitched voice sounded like a hallucination.

"Meow."

Ling Huanshunmao's hand paused, and the back of his hand was swept twice by the swaying tail. He looked down and found that Beibei's tail was swaying a little faster, as if he was a little uneasy and nervous.

"What do you call?" Pushing the medicine back with one hand, he pushed the medicine bottle away a bit, held Beibei and kissed again, blinked his eyes expectantly and looked at Beibei's expressionless cat face, encouraging Said, "I didn't hear clearly, Beibei yelled again?"

Just now, Beibei screamed on his shoulder. He didn't even see how Beibei opened his mouth, and his voice sounded a little unhealthy.

When the doctor came before, he said that looking at Beibei's body shape, it was likely that she was only a few months old.

Even if the cry is not as milky as the advertisement he saw before, shouldn't it be softer? Why did it sound tough just now.

No matter how Ling Huan coaxed, Beibei didn't say a word again. Finally, she stretched out her paw impatiently and pressed it on his lips, swiftly got out of his arms, and walked arrogantly around the ground precisely. The cat food was spilled everywhere, and I went to bed cleanly.

Ling Huan stood up and saw a trace of irritation from the back of Beibei who jumped straight up, clutching the quilt with his paws and burying his head halfway in.

After tidying up the ground, Ling Huan's light brain beeped twice, and Xiao Wang, the assistant of the Dou Mao platform, sent a message to inform him that he was scheduled to consolidate yesterday's traffic tonight, so the live broadcast that must be opened can be put aside for a while.

Assistant Xiao Wang: Today, there is a new game on the platform that is only for food anchors. There will be sponsorship from the Golden Spoon League soon. The game is simple and only has two rounds. I have already registered for you. You can get it as long as you get into the top three. To the Starcoin rewards, you can also be promoted directly to the rematch of the Golden Spoon League.

[The side task has been opened: Participate in the platform food competition and get the first place. The task is completed to reward the drop item: an infrared worm egg flashlight. 】

Ling Huan frowned slightly when he heard the reward, "Jian Chong Egg Flashlight?"

What suddenly appeared in his mind from the back of the neck of the man who had hit the glass roof of the nursery school.

The news on Guangmin popped out one by one, pulling his thoughts back.

Assistant Xiao Wang: Starting today and ending at 5 o’clock tomorrow night is the time to prepare ingredients. In the first round, all the anchors will make a meat and egg custard. Although it sounds simple, it is still quite difficult, especially in Regarding the choice of eggs, my advice to you is that it is best to go to the largest supermarket in the city center to buy eggs.

Assistant Xiao Wang: [Positioning]

Ling Huan glanced at the name of the most recommended supermarket sent by Xiao Wang and sighed.

It happened to be the one where he had just bought the ingredients before, and he had known that he should have bought two eggs and brought it back.

Assistant Xiaowang: The eggs sold on Starnet cannot be regarded as stale, but since chickens were slaughtered and a plague that swept the whole chickens, all eggs on Starnet are all born from cloned chickens with no emotions. The price of eggs is low, but it is a disadvantage to participate in cooking competitions. A slightly poorer craftsmanship can easily expose this kind of eggs, which taste like plastic, which is difficult to swallow. You'd better go to the supermarket to pick it carefully, and choose a good egg from a real chicken.

Ling Huan quickly replied, thinking that the communication with Xiao Wang would end here, but Xiao Wang waited for a while and sent another message: Did you create the salted chicken live broadcast yesterday? Yesterday someone reported to me anonymously and said that you wrote "the first salted chicken in the empire" in the title at the time. It was a fake. Before you, there was an anchor who also did a live broadcast of salted chicken food. You are Imitated.

[Listen to him farting. ] The electronic sound of 009 was very swearing, [I used big data not only to investigate the entire empire, but also to check the Federation by the way, not only on all live broadcast platforms, including all large, medium and small restaurants. Go in. Before that, let alone salted chicken, no one has even made fried chicken. 】

Ling Huan knocked twice on Guangnao to reply to the message: I can be sure that the live broadcast is definitely the first in the empire. Can I take the liberty to ask and report me anonymously. Did you say that I imitated someone's live broadcast?

Assistant Xiao Wang: Wenwen.

Assistant Xiao Wang: Don't worry, it's just because the platform asked me, so I have to ask you. The platform will not have selfishness or favoritism because of which anchor has more fans and fewer fans. Prepare for the game. I am still very optimistic about you. I have won the live broadcast window that is relatively high during the game. Even if the game is not finished, it is still It can increase the powder.

Pulling the news back, Ling Huan looked at the screen with the name in the text thoughtfully, remembering that the audience who opened their mouths in the barrage of the live broadcast room last time seemed to be Wenwen's fans.

The big anchor’s fans are many right and wrong, maybe it's just the uninformed fans guessing randomly, he doesn't need to rise to the main point.

...

When Mrs. Rails came to deliver supper, Ling Huan asked casually about eggs in the supermarket. Mrs. Rails looked at him in surprise and shook her head worriedly, "Does Lingling want to buy? That might have to get up early." There are only a hundred of these eggs in that supermarket every day."

The next day, Ling Huan woke up early, and helped Beibei who was still lazily lying in bed tucked the quilt, stuffed a small pillow, and set off to the supermarket.

Before the supermarket door opened in the morning, many people gathered outside. Ling Huan just stood still, and a strong man passed by in front of him.

He inadvertently raised his eyes, and saw the man walking in a weird posture, and a small piece of dark-colored thing was flowing under the skin on the back of his neck, which soon disappeared and turned into a normal complexion.

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[Land Admiral: It's not a cat, it's dumb. 】

[Ling Ling: When can we, Beibei, meow? 】

[Babe: Meow. 】

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