Professor Xie, isn't this a case of forcing customers to buy products that don't match the

Shang Song: "..."

Is this cat possessed by some kind of spirit?

They actually agreed with people saying they weren't selling?!

Now he wanted it even more!

This kitten is so intelligent, it would be so nice to bring it home! It's a pity that its owner won't sell it, and even the cat itself doesn't want to.

He could only manage to secure a small benefit for the kitten at the very end:

"Then give it a cat treat? Look how hungry it is. How much? I'll pay by scanning the code."

Shang Song took out his phone.

"No need." The man refused decisively, then lowered his head and continued to comb the white cat's long fur with his fingers.

The white cat seemed a little sulky because it couldn't get its cat treat, and it pawed at the man's fingers, but didn't actually use its claws.

Shang Song was at a loss, feeling that this person was truly impervious to reason, fussing over something as trivial as a cat treat.

As he walked towards the door, his professional instincts kicked in, and he couldn't help but turn back and comment, "By the way, I work in art, so my aesthetic sense is pretty good. This shop sign of yours..."

He pointed to the sign outside the door, "The calligraphy is really good, but the style doesn't seem like it's related to pets; it looks more like it's selling tea or antiques."

As soon as he finished speaking, the little white cat in the man's arms suddenly turned its head and hissed at him.

Although he looks cute and cuddly, he is definitely cuddling with him.

It even stretched out its paws, covered in pink pads, and scratched at the air in Shang Song's direction.

I don't know whether they are protesting Shang Song's criticism of his "shop" or his criticism of him as a "person".

Just then, a tall, honest-looking man came down the stairs leading to the second floor, carrying an empty pet bowl in his hand. His voice was loud and clear, with an extremely honest and cheerful quality.

"Little Baiyu, I told you not to scratch people, be good."

Upon hearing this, the white cat immediately retracted its paws and turned to bury itself in the man's arms.

The man holding the cat smiled, gently patted the cat's back, and said nothing.

Shang Song: "...?"

So is this cat named "Xiao Yu" or "Bai Yu Didi"?

Shang Song was still confused when the kind-looking man put down the pet bowl and looked at him with great enthusiasm: "Sorry, sir, Bai Yu is still young and doesn't know any better, but he never really scratches people. Are you here to see the cat? Want to adopt him?"

His warm and down-to-earth attitude contrasted sharply with the cold and aloof shop owner behind the counter.

Shang Song quickly waved his hand: "It's okay, it's okay, it's very cute. I just came to see if there was a cat that caught my eye that I wanted to adopt. However, your shop owner said that there is a little orange cat receiving treatment upstairs, and asked me to come back in a couple of days."

"Oh, that little orange tabby cat!" The good-natured man slapped his thigh. "That kitten got bullied by bad guys and has a gash on its stomach. It's getting medicine applied right now, and it'll be bouncing around like crazy in a couple of days! Come over in a couple of days, I guarantee you'll love it!"

Is it a little orange cat with an injury on its belly?

"Okay, I'll come back in a couple of days." Shang Song nodded, feeling much more comfortable talking to this kind and honest man.

Just as he was about to leave again, the wind chimes on the shop door rang.

A tall man with a stern face walked in, carrying a pet carrier.

He bowed slightly to the man behind the counter as a gesture of respect, then glanced at Shang Song before looking away and focusing on the honest-looking man. "Ruilin, a tabby cat with a broken front leg. It was found at the construction site and has been treated."

The honest-looking man immediately responded, took the flight case, and skillfully opened it to inspect it. "Oh dear! Brother Han, this one looks badly damaged!"

At this moment, the white cat that the man was holding scratched him, then jumped off his lap and strolled towards the carrier.

The man finally stood up and walked tall and straight toward the airline crate.

Seeing the three people and the cat surrounding the carrier, Shang Song felt that he was getting in the way and didn't dare to stay any longer. He said, "I'll come back in a couple of days," and quickly opened the shop door and slipped out.

The evening breeze was cool. Shang Song looked up at the sign that read "Xiao Yu has fish to eat every day," took out his phone, hesitated for a moment, and still didn't send a message to Xie Jing.

Never mind, I'll tell Xie Jing about this weird shop after I bring the little orange cat home in a couple of days!

Two days later, it was the weekend.

While Xie Jing was downstairs repairing ancient books, Shang Song slipped out of Yunding.

I visited "Xiao Yu Tian Tian You Yu Chi" again, but the restaurant was very quiet.

It was completely deserted.

"Is anyone here?" Shang Song asked tentatively, standing at the shop entrance.

"I'm here, I'm here!" A soft, boyish voice came from the inner room, accompanied by the sound of footsteps.

He was a boy who looked no more than seventeen or eighteen years old. He wasn't very tall and was wearing a large beige hooded sweatshirt, black trousers, and clean white sneakers.

Her features were so exquisite that she seemed unreal. Her eyes were round and bright, as if she were wearing colored contact lenses, with a golden, glassy hue. There was an indescribable liveliness between her eyes and eyebrows.

What's even more striking is his long, white hair, styled like satin.

Her pure white hair had a faint silver tinge, and she wore a matching cat ear headband. Below the cat ears, a few strands of silver-white hair fell around her cheeks, making her small face even more breathtaking.

The hair and clothes were a mismatched style, but... strangely good-looking, like a game character breaking through the dimensional barrier.

Is your hair dyed? The shine is incredible.

Does this pet store hire people based on their looks?

The boy's eyes were round and bright, and he smiled radiantly. "You're here! Did you come to see the cats?!"

"Yes," Shang Song said, putting aside his "face-value" side, "I came here a couple of days ago and made an appointment with the shop owner, uh... to come and see the little orange cat that's getting treatment today, the one with the injury on its stomach."

"Little orange cat!" The boy's eyes lit up even more, and he nodded vigorously. "It's so well-behaved! It told Xiaoyu last night that its tummy doesn't hurt anymore!"

As he spoke, he turned and walked towards the second floor, saying, "It's upstairs, I'll show you!"

Shang Song looked around the store but couldn't see the white cat. He quickly caught up with the boy and asked, "Are you an employee? Where did that long-haired white cat go?"

The boy in front stopped, turned around, blinked his big golden eyes, covered his mouth and chuckled, his shoulders shaking as he laughed, like a cat that had stolen a dried fish.

Shang Song: "..."

The child's smile is a bit strange.

After the boy had finished laughing, he proudly announced, "Xiao Yu is the shop owner!"

"Huh?" Shang Song was genuinely stunned this time. "That man who looked so cold..."

The boy immediately puffed out his chest, then patted his little chest foolishly, his cat-ear headband swaying slightly. "The adults are just helping me watch the shop! Xiaoyu is the real owner!"

Shang Song: "???"

grown ups?

Is it Da Ren?

Is that the name of that handsome man? It sounds so out of place.

But the name was chosen by the parents, so there was no choice.

Seeing that Shang Song remained silent, the boy's eyes widened, trying to "convince" Shang Song into believing that he really was the shop owner.

"Adults are helping Xiaoyu watch the shop! Brother Han helped Xiaoyu rescue the cat! Brother Ruilin is helping Xiaoyu take care of the cat!"

Hmm, the division of labor is quite clear.

Shang Song couldn't help but ask, "Then what do you do?"

The boy seemed to have been waiting for these words. Upon hearing them, he immediately straightened his small body and, with immense pride and a matter-of-fact tone, loudly announced:

"Xiaoyu should talk to the cats and find out how they got hurt!"