A leisurely life starting in a bar after being reborn

The little kitten was carefully cradled in Cai Yunfei's arms, curled up in a ball with only its head sticking out, its two black, beady eyes darting around.

"Mr. Fu, it seems to be trembling a little," Cai Yunfei said softly.

"It's normal, it's scared after just leaving its nest." Fu Yan glanced back. "Just hold it, don't let it fall."

Since the owner gave him a cat as a gift, he decided to buy more items from the store.

Cattery – I chose a natural wood-colored one with a soft cushion and scratching post; it looks very comfortable.

Cat food – the shop owner recommended imported natural food, in small bags, saying that kittens shouldn't eat too cheap food as it can easily cause diarrhea.

Cat litter – made of bentonite, clumps quickly and has little odor.

Cat litter box – buy two, one for food and one for water.

In addition, cleaning solution, deworming medicine, cat toys, and small fur balls—the shopkeeper's eyes lit up as he watched Fu Yan buy things as if they were free, and his recommendations became increasingly fluent.

"Boss, is there anything else you need?"

"Want some cat nail clippers? And cat wipes too, kittens can't be bathed too often, just wiping them down is fine..."

"Take them all."

"Okay!"

Cai Yunfei silently did the math; the cat supplies alone cost nearly two thousand yuan. She secretly glanced at Fu Yan—he didn't even flinch, and didn't even haggle over the price.

Is this how rich people shop?

After paying the bill, Zhao Gang loaded a bunch of things into the car. Cai Yunfei sat in the back seat holding the cat. Fu Yan was about to get in when he suddenly heard a voice from the side—

"I'm your father!"

Fu Yan stopped in her tracks.

"I'm your father! I'm your father!"

The voice rang out twice more, clear and crisp, arrogant and full of energy.

Fu Yan slowly turned his head, his gaze fixed on the entrance of the bird shop next door—a black bird perched on the iron rack at the entrance, tilting its head and looking at him, its beak opening and closing.

"I'm your father!"

Fu Yan's temple throbbed.

He walked up to the bird, squatted down, and looked it in the eye. The bird wasn't afraid of him; instead, it puffed out its chest and called out again, "I'm your father!"

"Say it again?"

"I'm your father!"

Fu Yan stood up and shouted into the shop, "Boss!"

A man in his forties ran out, wearing a drab gray apron and clutching a handful of birdseed: "Coming, coming! Hello, are you here to see the birds?"

"How much does this bird cost?"

The shopkeeper paused for a moment, looked at the black bird on the iron rack, and then at Fu Yan's expression—it didn't look like he wanted to buy it, but rather like he wanted to eat it.

"You...you want to buy this one?"

"I'm going to bake it tonight."

The boss's face immediately turned green: "No, no, no, this is a good bird..."

"A good bird? This little bastard calls me 'Dad,' is that what you call a good bird?"

"It's just mischievous—it mimics others." The shopkeeper quickly moved the bird stand further in, forcing a smile as he tried to smooth things over. "This myna is very clever; it calls out to everyone who walks by. It wasn't targeting you..."

"A myna bird? Not a common myna?"

"No, no, mynahs are much smarter than starlings," the shopkeeper couldn't stop talking about birds. "Starlings can only learn a few phrases at most, but mynahs can learn dozens, and they can imitate all kinds of sounds—cell phone ringtones, doorbells, coughs, they can do it all. Look at its plumage, so glossy and shiny, and it's only three years old, in its prime!"

Fu Yan looked at him. Was this person apologizing? It sounded more like a sales pitch.

"Why don't you come in and take a look?" The shopkeeper lifted the curtain. "I have plenty of good birds in my shop, not just this one."

Fu Yan didn't want to go in, but he had already stepped out—he wanted to see what kind of bird in this shop would dare to call him "Dad."

Stepping into the store is like entering another world.

The wall was lined with birdcages of all sizes, their chirping creating a chorus of sounds. There were thrushes, larks, canaries, budgies, and several other birds whose names I didn't know. Five or six of them could talk, and the owner introduced them one by one—this one said "hello," that one said "wishing you prosperity," and there was even a grey parrot that was learning a cell phone ringtone, the classic Nokia melody, and singing it quite accurately.

Just as Fu Yan was about to leave, his gaze was suddenly drawn to a bird in the corner.

It was a white parrot, pure white except for a touch of pale pink around its neck, like a silk scarf. It wasn't very big, and it sat quietly in its cage, unlike the other birds that were noisy. It just tilted its head and looked at Fu Yan with gentle eyes.

"What kind of parrot is this?" Fu Yan walked over.

"Wow, you have a good eye," the boss immediately followed. "This is a monk parakeet, male, a juvenile, only fifty-two days old, still learning to be weaned."

"A monk parrot?" Fu Yan looked at the little creature. "Why is it called a monk?"

"Look at its head—" the shopkeeper pointed, "Isn't it grayish, like a monk who's shaved his head? That's why it's called the Monk Parrot. It'll be beautiful when it grows up, all white except for a pink ring around its neck."

Fu Yan looked closely and saw that the little parrot's head was indeed gray, and with its white body, it did look a bit like a little monk wearing a cassock.

"Can it talk?"

"Not now, it's too young. But its parents can both talk," the shopkeeper said, giving a thumbs up. "It has good genes, so it will most likely talk too. We just have to wait; it will be at least seven or eight months before we can start teaching it."

"How much?"

"Five thousand."

Cai Yunfei gasped in shock – a cat for free, but a bird for five thousand? What kind of world is this?

But Fu Yan didn't haggle. He reached out and poked the cage. The little monk tilted his head and gently pecked his fingertip with his beak. It didn't hurt, just tickled.

"I bought it."

The shopkeeper beamed, "Alright! Cage, bird food, cuttlefish bones, all provided..."

"Wait," Fu Yan turned and walked towards the door, "Bring me that myna bird too, I want it as well."

The owner was stunned: "Which one? No, that bird doesn't taste good roasted! Besides, it's protected..."

"I won't eat it. I'll make it go back and call my dad."

"...Are you really not going to bake it?"

"Buy it and educate it slowly; if it's not educated well, bake it again."

The shopkeeper's lips twitched slightly, but he still deftly took the myna bird down from the shelf. As it was being put into its cage, the myna bird didn't forget to say, "I'm your father!"

Fu Yan picked up the cage without any expression.

Zhao Gang was trying so hard not to laugh that his face turned red, while Cai Yunfei lowered her head and pretended to look at the cat, her shoulders shaking.

-

On the way back, the back seat of the A8 was packed full—next to Zhao Gang was a cat house and a bunch of cat supplies, Cai Yunfei was holding a cat in her arms with a monk parrot cage at her feet, and Fu Yan was sitting in the passenger seat with a myna cage on her lap.

The myna bird didn't stop for a moment the whole way.

"Hello!"

"May you be happy and prosperous!"

"Welcome!"

"I'm your father!"

Zhao Gang remained silent in the driver's seat, the muscles in the back of his neck taut—he was desperately trying to suppress a laugh.

The cat in Cai Yunfei's arms was disturbed by the myna bird's noise, squirming and trying to look towards the cage. Cai Yunfei gently patted its back: "Be good, don't mind it."

Fu Yan looked down at the black bird on his lap. The myna bird also looked at him, its beak opening wide—

"Shut up," Fu Yan said first.

The myna tilted its head but didn't say anything.

There was silence for about ten seconds.

"I'm your father!"

Fu Yan took a deep breath and silently counted down in his mind—twenty minutes until he got home.

twenty minutes.

He can bear it.