Wang Xi hadn't expected Liuli to be unable to stomach cat food. She even turned her nose up at freeze-dried treats and canned food.
She was a picky cat.
She only ate strongly flavored foods, with a particular love for "Temperamental Sweetheart" stir-fry and hot braised dishes. As for drinks, she would only have bottled "Demon Child Soda," and it had to be ice-cold.
She sure knew how to eat!
Wang Xi stayed home for two days, and the two of them—one man, one cat—ate and drank well. Liuli might have been small, but her appetite was anything but, nearly rivaling that of two grown men.
"If this keeps up, we're going to run out of food."
That morning, Wang Xi couldn't help but sigh as he looked at his account balance on his phone: "17,450."
The two gluttons were spending several hundred Credit Points a day on food alone, which made him consider cooking for himself.
It was an easy problem to solve, really.
