That day, I took advantage of the seductive spring scenery and picked up a white cat and brought it home. I kept it for three hundred years.
The troublesome spirit is picky about food and gets into trouble. All the immortals come to comment. Which cat doesn't eat fish and eats South China Sea scallops every day?
I pushed the koi fish I specially caught from the East China Sea in front of it without even looking at it. How squeamish!
Ps: I wrote a little thought before about "I'm actually allergic to Mengpo soup". This article adds a little bit of content. It can be regarded as an expansion of the short story I wrote before ~ (≧?≦)
Intention: A short article about practicing, rejecting feudal superstition, starting from me