Perhaps truly afraid that it would starve to death, Mrs. Fan pinched the kitten's chin, took a soup spoon, and poured it straight in.
The kitten began to struggle. Its soft paw pads clung to the spoon while its tiger-like head arched backward.
Let me go!
Mrs. Fan held her tightly in one hand, immobilizing her.
A spoonful of milk was fed effortlessly.
Shen Hua: ...
She was about to spit it out.
But how much willpower could a kitten have? Especially once the food is already in its mouth.
Perhaps being a cat, she didn't taste any mutton flavor, instead finding it unexpectedly sweet and delicious. The rich scent of milk made Shen Hua unintentionally smack her lips.
Seeing this, Mrs. Fan quickly scooped another spoonful.
Shen Hua remained indifferent.
She would definitely not let this kitchen maid succeed again!
But as the spoon approached her mouth, Shen Hua uncontrollably stuck out her soft, rosy tongue to lick it.
Shen Hua: ...
Destroy me.
