I Can Talk to Cats [MTL]

43-44

I Can Talk to Cats Chapter 43:
A few minutes later, the old lady of Lin 's house, holding Jin Jila on the sofa, the old lady was smiling, and the TV on the wall was showing variety shows during the Chinese New Year, mixed with her laughter from time to time. Emotions when they came out crying miserably on the second floor.

"Come on, Xiao Wang, eat fruit!" Wang Xiuzhi brought the cut fruit tray to the coffee table and warmly entertained the girl.

"Thank you Aunt Lin." Wang Jiamin immediately got up and thanked her, with a little embarrassment on her face. "Suddenly, I didn't say to bring some gifts ..."

"Don't use it." Lin Mu waved her hands again and again. "You little girl here is lonely for the Chinese New Year. Come over and have a meal, it's not necessary. My Lanlan teahouse hasn't been under your care for a while."

"Miss Wang, you can sit here and watch TV with peace of mind." Lin Lan also greeted with a smile, "I will call Song Xinmin later."

Wang Jiayang shouted, there is no reason not to let Comrade Xiao Song come, let's just join together.

After a phone call, the family went out to pick up the wind, but promised to come over at mealtime.

"Xiao Song is not coming?" Lin Mu heard the phone asked.

"Well, it's night." Lin Lan replied.

"That's right." Lin said as she went to the kitchen. "When I fried all the meatballs, I made a pot of braised lion head and put it on the table at night. Old man, is the pan hot?"

"It's hot!" Father Lin's voice came from the kitchen. "It's already starting to explode!"

Along with the sizzling frying sound, the scent of fragrance also came from the kitchen.

Lin mother had already entered the kitchen at this time, and neither of the two people sitting in the living room could see the scene inside, but could hear her and Lin father 's voice: "Why are your stuffed dumplings always big and small? Take a walk Go, let me come here. You can go to Mom 's house to see if there is anything to help. The old lady said that you would help her paste paper-cuts on the balcony. Go quickly. "

Father Lin, who was abandoning his craft, bowed his head in frustration and greeted the girl with a grinning face: "Dad, are you challenging again?"

Lin Youyu was suddenly dissatisfied and looked back at the kitchen mouth but complained in a low and quiet voice: "In fact, it doesn't matter if it's bigger or smaller, does it all taste the same?"

But he was still heard by the people in the kitchen: "Old man, what do you say?"

"No! I'm going to help Mom to put the window grilles!" The old father opened the door and ran away, leaving the daughter standing there to snicker.

The air was filled with the smell of fried meatballs. Wang Jiayang held Jinjila and watched the interaction of the Lin family. The relief that was originally relaxed by the cat rushed up again. Now she is sitting on the sofa of someone else 's hug Other people's cats are eating other people's fruits and watching other people's TVs. They are also invited to have dinner as a guest. Sure enough they should prepare ...

"Meow--" (Lan Lan, it smells so good, I want to eat it!)

Jin Jila, who had been sitting calmly in Wang Jiayang's arms, couldn't bear the fragrance, and began to meow restlessly. Seeing Lin Lan ignoring it, Silver turned his head and pressed the small paw on Wang Jiayang's shoulder again, making a coquettish cry.

"Meow!" (Minion, go and get that food for me!)

It is impossible to eat a lion head, and it is impossible to call again.