Food: Senior year internship, you take over the university cafeteria

Chapter 49 Lucky Cat

Although her voice was soft, the girls behind her clearly heard it and burst out laughing.

"Senior Weiwei, so those uncle and auntie eating so deliciously are your parents?"

"Haha, it's all handled within the family, so it doesn't count as robbery!"

"Uncle is so cute! The way he snatches food is exactly like Senior Vivi's possessiveness towards her food!"

Su Weiwei blushed crimson from the teasing and stomped her foot, yelling, "Hey! That's enough!"

Wang Sheng couldn't help but chuckle, his hands moving even faster: "I understand, I understand. Even the elders can't resist the charm of Shengji." He skillfully scooped the batter, laid out the shrimp, and placed it in the steamer. As the steam rose, the rice noodle sheet quickly solidified into an enticing translucent form. "Just a few minutes."

The food was packed up, and its enticing aroma wafted through the gaps in the plastic bags. Su Weiwei, carrying her heavy haul, thanked Wang Sheng and left the group.

Be vigilant and start cooking for your parents while staying close to them.

Since her parents had arrived, she naturally couldn't go straight back to her dorm.

I went out to play with my parents right away.

of course!

It's inevitable that we'll have to squeeze some money out of our parents!

time flies.

The alley behind Jinda's cafeteria was shrouded in darkness.

As the last vestiges of the late-night hustle and bustle faded away, the lights in window number 07 were gradually turned off.

Wang Sheng pulled down the heavy metal roller shutter door with a "whoosh," shutting out the world inside and outside.

Exhaustion surged up like a tide, but seeing the popularity value quietly rise again on the system panel and the account balance steadily increasing, a solid sense of satisfaction diluted the soreness in my body.

He went around to the back door, ready to push the old tricycle that had accompanied him through the wholesale market in the early morning.

Just as I bent down to unlock the door, a series of rapid, rustling sounds came from behind the pile of discarded cardboard boxes next to me, accompanied by low, slightly anxious meows.

Wang Sheng paused, looking in the direction of the sound.

Under the dim streetlights, a round, orange cat was frantically scratching at something.

Its fur gleamed a warm golden yellow in the light, with tiger stripes along its back and tail. It was intently digging with its paws at a flattened white styrofoam lunchbox. Tiny specks of solidified, glossy red sauce clung to the rim of the box, along with a few thin, sticky bits of...

The fish bones were licked clean.

It's residue from spicy stir-fried rice cakes and boat congee!

The orange cat seemed to notice Wang Sheng's gaze, and suddenly raised its head, its large amber eyes shining brightly in the darkness.

It wasn't afraid of people, but it cautiously took half a step back, making a soft "wheezing" sound in its throat, as if it were demonstrating, or explaining that it was just picking up some "leftovers".

With a smear of suspicious sauce on its lips, its attempt to maintain a "fierce" posture looked rather comical.

Wang Sheng's heart softened instantly.

"Tsk, at least they know their stuff."

Wang Sheng chuckled softly and straightened up. He always kept a small bag of emergency cat food in his bicycle basket—ever since "Shengji" became popular, there seemed to be more cats in the back alley. He grabbed a small handful, not approaching directly, but gently placing it a few meters away from the orange cat.

On a clean surface, step back a few paces and gesture to it.

The orange cat's nose twitched, its eyes fixed on the handful of cat food, then glancing at Wang Sheng. The temptation of the food finally overcame its wariness; it meowed, trotted over, and buried its head in the food, its tail wagging happily.

at the same time.

Su Weiwei returned with large bags and small packages.

She went around the side door into the back alley, intending to take a shortcut back to the dormitory area. Just as she turned the corner, she saw Wang Sheng slightly bent over under the dim streetlights, his silhouette appearing particularly soft in the halo of light. In front of him, a chubby orange cat was engrossed in a small stainless steel bowl, eating with relish and making satisfied "smacking" sounds.

Wang Sheng watched quietly, a faint smile playing on his lips, a few crumbs of cat food still clinging to his fingertips.

A night breeze swept by, carrying the coolness of early autumn and the warm aroma of lingering food.

The scene possessed a strange sense of tranquility, a stark contrast to the hustle and bustle of the long queue she had just experienced. Su Weiwei unconsciously softened her steps.

The orange cat seemed to sense the new presence, raising its head warily, its mouth still covered in cat food crumbs. Upon seeing Su Weiwei, it didn't run away immediately, but simply meowed as if to greet her, before lowering its head to continue eating.

"Senior, is that your cat?" Su Weiwei approached and asked curiously.

Wang Sheng turned around at the sound of her voice, saw it was her, and smiled: "No, it's a stray cat in the back alley. It's quite smart; it knows there's good food here."

He pointed to a relatively tidy spot in the corner with a few empty food containers and explained the existence of this small "supply station." "Tonight's customers are probably newcomers attracted by the aroma of rice cakes and congee."

As if it understood that it was being praised, the orange cat meowed again, its tail standing upright like an antenna, and rubbed against Wang Sheng's trouser leg.

"Wow, it seems to really like you!"

Su Weiwei was charmed by the orange cat's adorable appearance, so she carefully squatted down and tentatively extended her finger.

The orange cat sniffed, then nudged her fingertip with its fluffy head, purring loudly.

"It's so well-behaved!"

Su Weiwei exclaimed with delight, her heart melting. Looking at the orange cat's golden fur under the light, its round, amber eyes, and its naturally friendly yet mischievous cleverness, a thought suddenly popped into her head: "Senior, look how affectionate and intelligent it is, and it's already latched onto you as its long-term meal ticket—why not—adopt it? We could keep it near the cafeteria, like a lucky cat!"

She got more and more excited as she talked: "Look at its color, so golden and auspicious! How about we call it 'Yuanbao' (gold ingot)?"

May wealth and prosperity come your way!

Wang Sheng looked into the girl's bright eyes, then at the chubby orange cat at his feet, rubbing its head against him without any wariness of a stray cat.

This little creature truly possesses a special kind of intelligence; it's quiet and well-behaved, with clear, innocent eyes. Leaving it in this messy back alley is a bit of a shame.

He lowered his head, his gaze falling on the orange cat, as if he were discussing something with it.

The orange cat seemed to understand, meowing in response and licking its paws with a haughty "I agree" look.

Su Weiwei immediately made a decision: "Yuanbao" will definitely be obedient! Senior, you take care of the food, and I'll take care of buying it a bed, toys, and a collar!

She immediately pulled out her phone and excitedly started searching on shopping apps, proudly showing the screen to Wang Sheng, "What do you think of this red collar with little bells? And this soft-cushioned cat bed—"

Looking at the girl's eager expression and then at the "gold ingot" that had fallen from the sky at his feet, Wang Sheng felt as if the fatigue of the day had been largely dispelled by the fluffy warmth.

Okay, a lucky cat it is then. He bent down and tried scratching Yuanbao's chin.

The orange cat squinted comfortably, its purring growing louder.