Married a Big Cat After Transmigrating to the Interstellar Era – CH27

Chapter 27

After ending the livestream, Shi Xiaowang sent a message to Uncle Ye.

He took out five purified eggs but, after a moment’s thought, put two of them back.

Supplies were tight. He hoped the five chicks in the incubator would hatch successfully soon, so he could have an endless supply of eggs.

Seeing Jian Da Meow walking over, Shi Xiaowang stirred the cooled potatoes in a bowl, mixed in the tomato sauce, sprinkled a small handful of sunflower seeds, and placed it in front of him.

“Try this first. I’ll make something even more delicious for you afterward.”

Jian Da Meow sniffed the potatoes in the bowl, glanced at Shi Xiaowang who was busy with something, swished his tail, and focused on the food in front of him.

The pan-fried potatoes with sunflower seeds tasted even more unique—soft and fragrant from the potatoes themselves, sweet, sour, and savory from the tomato sauce, and a toasty grain aroma from the seeds. Mixed together, it was quite delicious.

Before he could finish, a new, unfamiliar aroma wafted over from Shi Xiaowang’s direction. Jian Da Meow couldn’t help but look over and saw Shi Xiaowang flipping a perfectly fried egg.

“Smells amazing before even entering the room. What delicious dish is the young master making now?”

Uncle Ye entered the greenhouse, smiling as he approached Shi Xiaowang.

“Uncle Ye,” Shi Xiaowang greeted him.

“I’m frying eggs. This one is for Da Meow first. Later, I’ll make tomato scrambled eggs, and we’ll share it.”

“Tomato scrambled eggs? That wasn’t done on the livestream earlier, right?”

Uncle Ye rolled up his sleeves and began preparing the tomatoes.

“Is this size okay for cutting?”

“Perfect. It doesn’t matter much anyway; after cooking, the shape won’t really show.” Shi Xiaowang explained.

“I originally wanted to make tomato scrambled eggs during the livestream, but eggs aren’t plants. And right now, aside from eggs, I’m not confident in purifying other animals. It’s better not to let everyone know.”

“Hmm.” Uncle Ye nodded.

“You’re doing the right thing.”

Shi Xiaowang smiled and placed the fried egg into Jian Da Meow’s bowl.

“Wait until it cools a bit before eating. Be careful; it’s hot.”

Seeing Jian Da Meow’s interest in the fried egg, Shi Xiaowang patted his head.

“An egg counts as a meat dish. Finally, our big cat is eating meat! Congratulations.”

Jian Da Meow looked at him with a smile in his eyes.

Shi Xiaowang waited until the egg cooled before letting him eat. He knew cats’ tongues were sensitive to heat and didn’t want Jian Da Meow burned.

With Uncle Ye present, Shi Xiaowang barely had to do any work himself; he just gave simple instructions.

Jian Da Meow focused on the tomato scrambled eggs. Shi Xiaowang glanced at the catnip nearby, then at Jian Da Meow, and quickly pocketed a bag full of leaves.

He then casually returned to Jian Da Meow’s side.

“This should do it.”

Uncle Ye turned off the heat, divided the tomato scrambled eggs into three bowls, and smiled.

“Try it. It’s my first time making this natural food. I hope it tastes okay.”

“It will. This is a basic home-cooked dish. With Uncle Ye making it himself, it can only taste good!” Shi Xiaowang praised before even tasting.

Jian Da Meow glanced at Shi Xiaowang passing by. The moment Shi Xiaowang approached, he caught the catnip’s intoxicating aroma.

He had long noticed Shi Xiaowang’s little tricks. What surprised him was that while catnip itself was stimulating, potted catnip at most just smelled nice. But in Shi Xiaowang’s hands, it was different.

Shi Xiaowang acted like an amplifier, infinitely magnifying the catnip’s effect on him. He couldn’t resist approaching, even pouncing, the aroma making him almost addicted.

The tomato scrambled eggs were delicious, distinct from plain fried eggs. But no matter how tasty, Jian Da Meow’s mind couldn’t focus on the dish. He kept glancing at Shi Xiaowang.

Even Shi Xiaowang and Uncle Ye, unaware of the catnip trick, couldn’t hide their smiles.

What’s going on? Just a few days without noticing, and their “marshal” was already this clingy?

During the meal, Jian Da Meow felt like he was under siege, even doubting himself.

A person trained from childhood, who had fought on battlefields for years, usually had excellent self-control—even against insect venom.

But now, his thoughts and actions seemed suddenly uncontrollable, filled entirely with Shi Xiaowang.

He almost couldn’t tell whether he wanted the catnip on Shi Xiaowang or Shi Xiaowang himself.

While Uncle Ye cleared the dishes, Shi Xiaowang sneaked over to Jian Da Meow, who was sitting properly eight meters away, and asked earnestly:

“So, Jian Da Meow, how’s Uncle Ye’s tomato scrambled eggs?”

Jian Da Meow stiffened and didn’t look at him, shifting aside.

“What’s wrong, Jian Da Meow?”

Shi Xiaowang persisted, holding his face and forcing eye contact. His almond-shaped eyes smiled, catching the lion’s flustered expression.

“Why are you avoiding me? Any complaints or other thoughts? If you don’t express them, how would I know?” Shi Xiaowang teased.

The lion fixed his gaze, lowered his eyes as if sighing, and looked back at him, no longer troubled. He exchanged a glance with Uncle Ye, who had just finished, and Uncle Ye smiled slightly.

“Young master, I’ve cleared the dishes. I won’t disturb you.”

“Oh.” Shi Xiaowang stood.

“Thanks, Uncle Ye.”

After Uncle Ye left the greenhouse, Jian Da Meow—usually lazy and gentle—watched Shi Xiaowang sharply.

He crouched slightly, moving steadily and quietly closer. The tense lines of his muscles looked ready to explode.

Shi Xiaowang was his target.

This hunting posture reminded him of the time Jian Da Meow had pounced on Wang Huanhuan, though it wasn’t exactly the same.

He could feel the pressure, yet he wasn’t afraid. Not afraid, but couldn’t stop stepping back.

“Jian Da Meow…?”

Pinned by the table, Shi Xiaowang blinked and called to him.

The lion remained motionless, eyes sharp, slowly approaching.

Cornered, Shi Xiaowang reached to touch his head—but his wrist was immediately caught in sharp teeth.

Eyes wide, he saw the fangs clamped on him, looking innocent.

“What? Are you going to eat me…?”

The lion remained silent. The moist, warm, spiked touch grazed his skin—from wrist to palm.

Shi Xiaowang curled his fingers, momentarily stunned, staring blankly.

A flicker of amusement appeared in the lion’s eyes, and he lightly bit again before finally releasing Shi Xiaowang’s catnip-stained hand, sinking his teeth into his pocket.

A ripping sound.

The pocket was torn, spilling catnip everywhere.

“You…”

Shi Xiaowang looked at the spilled catnip and his shredded clothes, furious but laughing.

“Are you crazy, Jian Da Meow? A thief? I didn’t say you couldn’t have it! Why tear my clothes?!”

Jian Da Meow didn’t seem to hear him.

The soft fabric couldn’t withstand the force, revealing the pale waistline along the pocket seam, tightening and loosening with Shi Xiaowang’s words.

His amber eyes darkened further. Perhaps the catnip soaking there made the waist scent intoxicating.

The lion licked his slightly itchy fangs, moving closer uncontrollably.

Shi Xiaowang’s light brain beeped with alerts, jolting Jian Mo back to reality. The scent of Shi Xiaowang mixed with catnip filled his nose completely.

Jian Mo stepped back, stared deeply at him, and ran upstairs.

Upstairs, his heartbeat still raced, with a bit of guilty frustration.

He had only wanted to scare Shi Xiaowang, to stop him from testing with catnip. But almost lost control in the process.

Shi Xiaowang clicked his tongue at the fleeing lion.

“Where are you running? I haven’t even asked you to pay for my clothes yet…”

He then turned on his light brain.

[Xiaowang! Look, since we’re cousins, count me in for some food!]
[Originally I wanted to come to you, but Father wouldn’t let me, afraid I’d bother you…]
[Heaven knows, I’m not trying to cause trouble! I just want to eat delicious food, please help me fulfill this wish!]
[I’ll pay! Or even take ten mountains, no problem!]

Shi Xiaowang blinked at the sudden message, realizing who it was.

At the post-coronation banquet, the Third Prince had begged him to add him as a friend.

A royal, asking pitifully for corn and tomatoes.

Shi Xiaowang was slightly helpless but agreed.

[No need for mountains. I’ll have someone send you some food. But my stock isn’t much, just enough to satisfy cravings.]

After replying, he contacted Uncle Ye to pick up the crops and also complained that Jian Da Meow had torn his clothes.

Uncle Ye unusually took some time to reply:

[Alright. Is now a good time to come over?]

Shi Xiaowang found this odd.

[Yes, anytime is fine.]

After replying, he noticed a private message on the livestream platform. Surprised, he opened it.

After people learned his identity, private messages had flooded in, so much that he had to close them entirely for fairness. But today, he actually received one.

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