When Zhao Yao heard what the meat bag said, he couldn't help but drip a drop of sweat. He looked at Gaia who had been corroded and said speechlessly: "You can take him out, and then send him in when you wake up... Well... let the next one... Well, you can keep the meat bag."

Zhao Yao looked at the meat bun in front of him and tried to make a kind smile and said, "Must bun, are you still used to living here?"

Behind the meat bun, the sausage grabbed Gaia's hind legs as if she was dragging a dead body, dragging the other party all the way out. When it was dragged to the door, Gaia's head slammed against the door panel of the container.

Zhao Yao pulled the corner of his mouth, looked at the meat bag and said, "Don't be nervous, you can say whatever you want. We are very democratic here."

The meat bag was a chestnut tabby cat. It was carefully lying in front of Zhao Yao, and its tail was shaking from time to time: "It's pretty good."

"Well, then do you have any suggestions for this? For example, there is not enough water? You can ask for more raw meat or any other requirements."

"No... I have no requirements." The meat bag quickly shook his head and said, but Zhao Yao looked at his shaking tail, but he felt that the other party was not telling the truth.

‘I talked about two of them in a row, but I refused to give it honestly.’ Zhao Yao thought about it, walked up, picked up the meat bag, and said while rubbing the other person’s back, "Don’t be afraid."

As a long-term wild cat, Meat Bag naturally refused to be picked up at first, but as Zhao Yao's palm continued to stroke his back, and a trace of soundless power invaded his body, he quickly closed his eyes with a humming sound, and a snoring sound came from his body.

Zhao Yao asked again: "Relax, we are here to take care of the cat and make the cat feel happy. Just bring up whatever you want and we will do our best to do it for you."

A trace of struggle flashed across the face of the meat dumpling, and hesitated and said, "Is there any, is there that..."

"Ah?" Zhao Yao asked, "What?"

The meat bag said shyly: "It's the kind of movie...the kind of male cats and female cats are exercising together."

Zhao Yao relaxed his hands, and the meat bun in his arms fell to the ground with a thud. He pulled the corner of his mouth and said, "Okay, okay, I'll give it to you tomorrow."

The meat dumpling said excitedly: "Then I'll wait for you."

...

After a few hours of busyness, Zhao Yao was lying on the bed, pressing his fingers on his laptop, searching for... cat movies.

Just because after several hours of inquiry, no one of the super cats had any requests or tasks except for the meat bags.

However, after a casual search, Zhao Yao found that all the videos of cats being cute.

"Who wants these?" After thinking about it, he simply posted a post on the forum: "Who has cat movies in his hands? You need love, action, and cats."

As a result, he went to read the post ten minutes later and found that he had been blocked.

"Damn it. Is this also a ban?" Zhao Yao angrily clicked Baidu: "I don't believe it anymore. The Internet is so big, don't you have a cat movie yet?"

Not to mention it, after searching for a while, I really found it for him.

Zhao Yao looked at the cover in shock: "The Japanese actually have special movies for catyou, and they can't afford to offend them."

The next day, when he entered the dimensional stomach bag, Zhao Yao secretly gave a U disk to the meat bag, and the latter ran to the direction of the computer excitedly.

Seeing the other party’s happy back, Zhao Yao found that the task was not completed.

"What the hell?" Zhao Yao touched his chin and thought to himself: "Is it because of my human relationship that these cats are unwilling to say something to me? What about King George?"

So Zhao Yao found matcha and asked him to go deep into the cat's room to see the cat's condition in the dimensional stomach bag.

When he heard what Zhao Yao said, Matcha immediately pulled down his face and said, "Hey? You want me to go to the Dimensional Stomach Bag to investigate how those old-fashioned things are?"

He lay on the massage chair, his face shone aside, and said reluctantly: "What's the point of investigating a bunch of mud legs? Just eat and drink every day."

Zhao Yao rubbed Matcha’s fat and white belly and said, “Okay, it’s only a few hours to go there. When I come back, I will feed you your favorite snacks.”

"Talk and don't touch your feet." Matcha glanced at Zhao Yao's face disdainfully, and slapped the other party's palm with his claws: "And you want to send me a can? Do you think I am those ordinary domestic cats with no IQ? I am the super cat, the strongest super cat in history, and the savior of the super cat."

The veins on Zhao Yao's forehead shook, and he gritted his teeth and said, "What do you want?"

Matcha said, "Hmph, I think it's quite fun to play with rice cakes. Zhao Yao, you can buy me a computer to have fun with**."

"Die Cat, you really don't care about it all day. Just go to the room and unload the tiles." Zhao Yao slapped Matcha's head: "You are very arrogant recently. You are asking you to do something and want to make a request for this and that? Do you still want to inherit the cat cafe?"

As he said that, he opened his mouth and activated the ability of the dimensional stomach bag: "Go in by yourself, come out and can you eat it."

Matcha felt the murderous aura coming from Zhao Yao's body, his body trembled and immediately drilled into the other party's mouth.

"Hmph, just go, why are you so fierce?" As he said that, Matcha twisted his butt and drilled into Zhao Yao's mouth.

Matcha fell into the dimensional stomach bag with a bang. When he opened his eyes, he found that Caesar was in front of him, squatting in the automatic cat toilet and exerting force. His thick tail was raised high, stiff.

Seeing the sudden appearance of matcha, Caesar was obviously startled and wet his feet.

But he didn't care about his wet feet and immediately ran to Matcha from the cat toilet and said, "King George? Why are you here?"

"Don't get close to me, it's so stinking." Matcha waved his hand and asked the other party to stay away, but Zhao Yao's voice came from his heart: "Be good at attitude, ask them what they need, and care more about them."

Matcha rolled his eyes helplessly, looked at Caesar and said, "I'll come in and take a look. How are you doing here? Do you need anything?"

"Our family is living well here, but the hair on the back of my head is bald. You also know that our long-haired cat hair grows slowly. Does King George have a way to make my hair grow faster?"

When Matcha came to the other party's back, he saw that there was indeed a large area behind the other party's head. Although it had grown a layer of short hair, it was still too obvious compared to the long hair around it.

"Well, is it a little bald?" Matcha licked his chest hair, and suddenly his eyes lit up: "I have a way."

He shouted in his heart: ‘Zhao Yao, send me out.’

Two minutes later, Matcha came to Caesar again, but he had a cuckold.
Chapter completed!