Don't Pinch The Tip Of My Tail

Although he fell asleep in the medicinal bath for a long time, Ye Zhibai's mobility was not affected at all.

Even when Jian Chen pinned him down at the table and told him to go to the kitchen to heat up the snacks he bought and cook a bowl of noodles and come back soon, Ye Zhibai still stood up with his jaw tensed and followed him, as if there was a silence behind the young man.

Jian Chen was not particularly familiar with the kitchen in Zhuangzi, especially since he had learned to go out of the valley to buy things in the market, so he had even reduced the number of times he came here.

Now he said he was coming over to cook noodles, but Jian Chen walked around the kitchen several times, but still couldn't remember where he put the shovel he used before.

"Do you remember?" He finally asked about the little animal next to his leg, and gestured with him as he spoke, "we used it to fry rice before."

The little animal shook its head at him with its ears drooped, while Ye Zhibai stood aside and watched quietly from beginning to end, his eyes quietly flowing between the person and the cat.

In the end, Jian Chen gave up looking for the spatula. He heated up the sweet soup and steamed some steamed buns. Finally, he gave half of the candy cakes he bought as snacks to Ye Zhibai.

"I'll just make do with it tonight," he comforted himself and Ye Zhibai. "If I can't find it again tomorrow, I'll go out and buy a new one."

The man sitting in front of him did not speak, but he still habitually kept this incident in his mind silently. Although he frowned after remembering it, he seemed to be wondering why he would do such a thing.

The first meal he had with Ye Zhibai in this world was rough in every aspect.

Fortunately, Ye Zhibai probably liked it. Even though there were nuts in the candy cake that he didn't like, he just hesitated for a moment and then stuffed it into his mouth.

By now, the sky has completely darkened.

Jian Chen sat at the table and stretched, holding the equally lazy cat cub in his arms, with a faint look of tiredness on his face.

Jian Chen, who hadn't slept well for several days, raised his hands and rubbed his eyes. He slumped on the table, resting his chin on his arms, and even his voice softened.

"Do you want to go out later?"

He looked at Ye Zhibai and almost subconsciously asked the other person as usual, but after he said it, he remembered that this was already a new world.

Jian Chen moved his eyes away with some guilt, but then he heard Ye Zhibai's voice falling on his ears.

"You are tired."

Ye Zhibai didn't know when he stood up. He didn't wait for Jian Chen's instructions. He had already picked up the dishes and chopsticks in his hands, but suddenly stopped because of the other party's question.

"You should rest," is what he said.

Looking at him with his eyes on his arms, the corners of his lips raised a little, Jian Chen bent his eyes and responded softly: "Yeah."

This scene is quite extraordinary for an expert to see. It is a taboo for a puppet to disobey its master's orders, let alone that the order between master and servant is completely reversed like theirs, and the puppet actually dares to make demands to the master.

If this happened to them, they would either have to wash away the memory of the puppet and immerse it in the medicinal bath again, or they would ruthlessly destroy this bold and uncontrollable puppet.