Ya Li watched, gaping, as the old orc with the non-threatening features brazenly sneaked another spoonful of fried meat from Grandma's pot. His impression of orcs twisted slightly. Were the older folks really this well-received now?!
"Meow meow meow~" A familiar meow came from beneath his feet. Ya Li looked down to find his pet cat, Moumou, who was now a fat little ball from eating so much!
He bent down to pick up the small creature and began to grumble, "You little thing, all you know is to eat. Why didn't you bring some back for me? You conscienceless little rascal!" Despite his words, he gently poked Moumou's nose.
The ticklish sensation made Moumou squint her eyes. Her chubby paw came up and rubbed her nose. She looked at Ya Li with a reproachful gaze and meowed, the tiny voice full of protest.
Ya Li could only pacify her by stroking her fur and scratching her chin, thoroughly enjoying himself.