Infinite: Dawn Game

Chapter 744 1 Big Family

Making dumplings?!

Yu Shijiu's eyes lit up instantly, and she quickly looked up: "Okay! I want one too!"

"Ok, Ok."

Chen Yi chuckled and said, "I'll mix the filling, and then we'll stir-fry a couple of side dishes. The four of you can take care of wrapping them, how about that?"

"There are five."

Yu Shijiu corrected Chen Yi, saying somewhat unhappily, "And Feifei too."

“…Oh right, right,” Chen Yi paused for a moment and then quickly replied, “Feifei is one of us too. It’s my fault, it’s my fault for excluding Feifei—I’ll punish myself by making her cook a few more side dishes tonight.”

Yu Shijiu was satisfied, but still handed Chen Yi the cake she had saved for him that morning, her eyes crinkling as she said:

"Brother Chen, remember to eat, I'm a little sleepy—" He looked down and patted the sleepy-eyed Fatty, and whispered, "Fatty's sleepy too, we need to go back for a nap."

"Can't I sleep here?"

He Lingling yawned, "There's another room available. The bed is big enough for you and Feifei to sleep in."

"..."

Yu Shijiu was torn between wanting to go back and not wanting to go back, but in the end, Chen Yi comforted her:

"Let's sleep here for a while, Shi Jiu."

Chen Yi said, "Walking back and forth is tiring. We'll make dumplings together after everyone wakes up."

"Ok."

Yu Shijiu was persuaded.

He looked down and patted Fatty's head. "Shall we go to an empty room to sleep, Fatty?"

"Meow!"

The big orange cat with one large and one small green eye, both sleepy, yawned lazily and slowly walked towards the empty room.

Yu Shijiu followed behind, yawned at An Jie and the other two, and then disappeared behind the door.

"..."

After the door was completely closed, He Lingling also got up. Before leaving, she glanced at An Jie, as if she wanted to say something but then stopped herself.

"Go to sleep."

Anjie, who had her back to her, seemed to have eyes in the back of her head, saying, "Let's make dumplings together tonight."

"..." He Lingling ultimately didn't say a word and went into the room.

Only Anjie and Chen Yi remained in the living room.

Chen Yi took the empty cup that An Jie had poured straight down her throat, filled it with orange juice, and then cut the cake that Yu Shijiu had given him in half.

"Sister An."

Chen Yi handed her half a cake: "What are you afraid of?"

"……No."

Ange shook her head: "I was just wondering why there have been so many changes in the town lately—why are supermarkets and stores that should be selling goods and food automatically starting to hire players as part-time employees?"

Although the points are pitifully few, barely enough for part-time players to make a living—this is still very strange.

A game meant to store "dead souls" has started recruiting those "dead souls" on a large scale... No matter how Ange thought about it, something felt off.

The changes are too great.

A major reform – including the fact that the final match of the guild tournament was a contest against the top team from another town.

Does that so-called "town showdown" also have a rule that no one will die?

"...Let's develop it."

After a few seconds of silence, Chen Yi forked a piece of cake, stuffed it into his mouth, and said cheerfully:

"Actually, isn't this a good thing? Players who are afraid to enter dungeons will have another way to survive."

"..."

After a long pause, Anjie said softly, "...I guess so."

"Don't think too much about it, Sister An," Chen Yi said, having finished half a piece of cake. He slowly stood up. "I'm going to take a nap too. Sister An, you should rest early after you finish eating as well."

"Our whole family will be making dumplings tonight, won't we?"

"..."

Ange was silent for a few seconds, then smiled.

"it is good."

Our whole family.

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evening.

"Hey!"

The boy leaned on the windowsill and shouted at the young man below who was bending over and petting a cat:

"Are you still in school now?"

"..."

The young man below looked up helplessly upon hearing this: "You've gone to university. What about you?"

"You're in college and you're still hanging out here? Your grades must be terrible!"

The boy completely ignored the young man's question, his gaze becoming somewhat irritated.

"Hey! Why aren't you studying? What are you doing playing with my chubby dog ​​all day? It gets to eat and play well every day! Stop bothering it!!"

"...Are you well-fed and have fun?"

The young man silently repeated what he had said, looking at the little orange cat's messy, dull fur with a wry smile, and said:

"Are you serious when you say that?"

The boy's smile stiffened. He avoided the gaze of the young man below the window, his voice muffled:

"Serious! Extremely serious!"

Below the windowsill, the faint white mist on the young man's face gradually began to dissipate, revealing the handsome features of his face.

“Well,” the boy heard the young man sigh, “you’ve already tried your best to take care of it.”

I'm working really hard... to raise it... Is it getting fat?

The boy, who had tucked his head into the windowsill, bit his lower lip and scratched at the sticker in the corner of the windowsill with his fingers, looking somewhat annoyed.

I have indeed been trying my best to raise Feifei, but, but Feifei is a cat, and cats need to eat meat to grow fat and big... He doesn't have any meat.

He didn't have any meat to share with Fei Fei.

The boy paused in picking at the corner sticker, sniffed in annoyance, and then stuck his head out from the edge of the windowsill.

"Hey!"

The boy, somewhat annoyed, called out to the chubby young man below the window who was feeding him canned food.

The young man threw the can lid into the trash can and looked up when he heard this.

"Can we give Feifei more meat?"

The boy heard his own voice, growing softer with each utterance, until the final word "meat" made him tug at the hem of his hospital gown with a hint of shame, and he said:

“You’re right… I don’t have any meat, so I can’t feed Fatty with meat.”

Without meat, it's impossible for a skinny orange cat to grow into a plump, strong, and healthy kitten.

The boy himself knew—he just sometimes didn't want to believe it.

He wanted to raise an orange cat from the very beginning, and he was the first to name an orange cat... He also wanted this little orange cat, whom he named Feifei, to grow up healthy, chubby, and big.

Meat?

The young man below the window looked at him and asked, "Do you want to eat meat too?"

boy:"……???"

He gave a displeased snort and corrected him:

"It's not me, it's not me who wants to eat meat, it's Fatty, I'm asking you to give Fatty more meat!"

“I know you mean to feed Laibao meat,” the young man seemed to have regained the indifferent expression he had when they first met (which could be felt even through a layer of transparent white mist), “And what about you? Do you want to eat meat?”

The boy was furious: "I already said it's not Laibao, it's Feifei!!! You've gone too far! Feifei is my cat! Not yours!!!"

"..."