stjorthotic Chapter 88 Osmanthus Cake
Chapter 88 Osmanthus Cake
Chapter 88 Osmanthus Cake
Wang Sheng felt a chill run down his spine; the newly unlocked [Adorable Pet Affinity] passive skill seemed to have a built-in radar.
It allowed him to clearly perceive the panic surging within that frizzy little life.
A dirty white shadow shot out of the bushes like a cannonball, as if whipped by an invisible whip.
It was thin and bony, covered in mud and grass, its pure white fur matted and tangled. Only its round, bright blue cat eyes were filled with pure, unadulterated fear.
In its panic, it rushed straight towards the brightly lit and crowded entrance of the cafeteria!
"Be careful!"
"Don't step on it!"
The crowd instinctively dispersed, creating a small vacuum.
The little white cat panicked even more, tripped over its front paws, and almost crashed headfirst into the cold glass door.
Just then, Wang Sheng made a move.
He didn't deliberately speed up; he did so in an extremely natural and non-aggressive manner.
I bent down slightly and blocked the little white cat's escape path from the side.
He didn't even reach out his hand.
07
Then something unexpected happened.
That raging storm.
The small white ball suddenly appears.
The car braked suddenly less than half a meter from Wang Sheng's trouser leg.
Its small body leaned forward due to inertia, almost falling over, but its terrified blue eyes stared straight into Wang Sheng's calm and deep eyes.
Its rapid breathing visibly subsided, and its bristling fur, as if combed by an invisible hand, gradually and softly lay back down.
Hesitantly and tentatively, it lightly brushed the tip of Wang Sheng's shoe with its wet nose.
"Meow—" A faint, mosquito-like cry, carrying the aggrieved feeling of surviving a catastrophe.
The students watching let out a low, affectionate gasp.
"Oh my god, that scared me to death—"
"Poor little guy—"
"Boss Wang is amazing! It quieted down immediately!"
Yuanbao, the cat on the windowsill, had somehow sat up, his amber cat eyes slightly narrowed as he scrutinized the little creature that had suddenly invaded his territory.
It let out a deep, majestic "groove" from its throat, carrying a hint of the arrogance and warning unique to the territorial master.
The little white cat flinched at the sound and instinctively tried to hide behind Wang Sheng's feet.
Wang Sheng chuckled softly, slowly extending his hand with a movement as gentle as touching the morning dew, palm up in front of the little white cat.
"Don't be afraid, that's Yuanbao, boss. It looks fierce, but actually—" He paused, recalling the way Yuanbao carried the money box, "—it's quite reasonable."
The little white cat hesitated for a few seconds, its azure eyes shifting between Wang Sheng's gentle smile and Yuan Bao's scrutinizing gaze.
Ultimately, perhaps it was Wang Sheng's indescribable affability that prevailed. It carefully and very slowly placed its fluffy little head in Wang Sheng's warm, dry palm and gently rubbed it against it.
The "meow~" sound was full of dependence.
Yuanbao stared at this scene, and after a few seconds, lazily leaned back onto the windowsill, letting out a big yawn, as if to say:
Alright, you little brat, you're smart to know what's good for you.
Wang Sheng carefully picked up the shivering little snowball; it was as light as a feather. It was icy cold to the touch, and its fine bones felt rough against his skin.
"Xiaowen, get a clean, damp towel and some warm water."
Lin Xiaowen immediately responded and ran quickly into the kitchen. Su Weiwei also came over, her big eyes full of heartache: "Oh my god, it's so small—it looks like it's lost or abandoned."
Wang Sheng carried the kitten back to a relatively quiet corner of the warehouse, avoiding the sight of the crowd.
Lin Xiaowen quickly brought over a warm, damp, soft towel.
Wang Sheng gently wrapped the kitten in a towel, avoiding its frightened eyes, and carefully wiped away the dried mud and grass clippings from its body.
The little white kitten was initially a bit stiff, but enveloped in the continuous, soothing scent, it gradually relaxed and even let out a soft purring sound from its throat.
The mud was wiped away, revealing fluffy, snow-white down beneath. Though somewhat dull and matted, its natural beauty was exceptional. Especially striking were its blue eyes, like the purest sea of cornflowers, now free of fear, curiously and bewilderedly observing this warm yet unfamiliar environment and the humans before it.
"It looks so good after washing!"
Su Weiwei couldn't help but reach out and gently touch the kitten's wet nose.
The kitten didn't flinch; instead, it stuck out its pink little tongue and quickly licked her fingertip.
"Does it have a name?" Lin Xiaowen asked.
Wang Sheng looked at the little life that had finally settled down.
"Let's call it Snowball."
"You know what, his eyebrows and eyes even look a bit like a gold ingot."
From then on, in addition to the auspicious Yuanbao, window number 07 gained a new member – a snowball.
Under Wang Sheng's silent nurturing care, it adapted to the bustling cafeteria at an astonishing speed. Unlike Yuanbao, which arrogantly occupied a high position, it preferred to curl up in a warm corner of its insulated box or lie on a low stool where it could see Wang Sheng's busy figure. Its big, bright blue eyes always curiously followed everything that happened.
The students quickly discovered this adorable new creature. Whenever they passed by after class, they would always peek over it.
"Look! The white cat that Boss Wang picked up! Its eyes are like sapphires!"
"So small and cute!"
"It's watching us!"
The sound of camera shutters clicking was incessant. Photos such as "Two cats in window 07", "Little Snowball peeking at Yuanbao", and "Boss Wang and his feline overlords" quickly went viral on campus forums and social media, adding a touch of warmth and comfort to the already popular window.
Snowball and Yuanbao got along surprisingly well. Yuanbao would occasionally glance at the little white dumpling that always liked to curl up in the corner with disdain, but he never really chased it away or attacked it.
Snowball maintains an instinctive sense of awe and distance from Yuanbao. Only when Yuanbao is in a good mood and dozing in the sun does Snowball dare to tiptoe closer, sniff the scent, and then quickly run away.
One yellow and one white, one moving and one still, living in peace.
The cat storyline has come to a heartwarming end, and life's focus returns to the rhythm of food.
Autumn is deepening, and the air is filled with the fragrance of osmanthus.
Early in the morning, Wang Sheng rode his second-hand Wuling Hongguang "grocery shopping car" into the school gate. With the window half open, an extremely rich, sweet, and refreshing aroma suddenly and forcefully wafted in, instantly overpowering the lingering smell of food in the car.
He instinctively stepped on the brakes and looked in the direction of the fragrance.
Along both sides of the road, several tall osmanthus trees are lush and verdant, with dense, star-like tiny golden flowers dotting the dark green leaves!
Sunlight filters through the gaps in the branches and leaves, gilding the tiny flower clusters with gold, from which the fragrance bursts forth, as if the entire campus air is permeated with this sweet aroma.
"The osmanthus flowers are blooming so beautifully this year!"
Wang Sheng took a deep breath, and the rich, sweet fragrance filled his lungs, carrying a subtle warmth that stirred up a familiar longing deep in his memory.
It reminded me of the text "Osmanthus Rain" from my elementary school textbook.
I've got it —
A thought instantly struck my mind: Osmanthus cake!