Transmigrating into a 90’s Cat, I Want to Work for My Home Country

On the table, there were meat and green dishes, Guo Chao Ming looked like someone who was very rowdy, but when he was truly doing a job, he was careful and considerate.

Among the food, the majority was light tasting, there was nothing spicy and oily.

The three[1] were all hungry, and while eating, they occasionally spoke.

Most of it was Song Bei nagging, telling Qin Xiao about the things that happened these two days. Sometimes, gossip would be mentioned, as Bai Xia Xia ate the apples, she also pricked up her flat ears to listen: When this man starts gossiping, he doesn’t lose to women at all ah.

Just listen, Colonel Song knows a lot of gossip.

Song Bei was a very interesting guy. When he spoke, he was charming and humorous, his tone rose and fell, and listening was like listening to a xiang sheng show, Bai Xia Xia was earnestly listening, as if she was watching a television show.

The only thing was that he had worked in a leadership position for too long, liking to talk like he was rebuking, taking out the things in his stomach to speak for others to hear.

Bai Xia Xia listened attentively[2], and other than her, no one paid attention to him.

Give him a handful of bitter tears.

Song Bei spoke in high spirits, when he felt thirsty, he lifted his hand to get a cup.

Across him, Qin Xiao kept an indifferent expression on his handsome face, his sword-like eyebrows were raised, and his gaze was somewhat fleeting as if he was absent-minded. The little comrade surnamed Lu’s head was almost buried into the rice bowl, both of his eyes nailed on the food without moving, his chopsticks ‘suosuosuo’ picking things rapidly.

En, at least Guo Chao Ming, this guy, has improved. Still knowing to listen to me… Hm? Colonel Song looked at his own position, then calculated the landing point of Guo Chao Ming’s gaze.

He silently turned his head, made eye contact with a pair of shiny and sparkly, small, earnest eyes that were full of expectation.

A cute Persian cat was elegantly sitting, its tail slumped under the small bench, leisurely waving.

It held its head high, sitting very upright. Like an obedient and respectful little student taking classes, with its ears erect and with half a piece of apple still held in its mouth.

It was listening very seriously.

When that pair of cat eyes saw him looking over, it shone brighter, as if it was saying: “Keep talking!”

Song Bei: A bit of cuteness overload. But I still have a MMP[3], and I really want to say it out loud.

When eating, cats could not be rua, so Colonel Song pressed down his tingling heart, distressed: “You can’t even compare to a cat.”

Qin Xiao held his lunchbox and glanced over indifferently, then lowered his head to continue drinking the hen soup.

Guo Chao Ming also glanced at him, then twisted his head to look at Bai Xia Xia happily.

Lu Jianhua, who had special feelings for food and loved it deeply, lifted his head blankly, foolishly scratched his head, and with a grain of rice still sticking to the corner of his mouth: “Colonel, what’s wrong? What were you saying just now? I didn’t hear you.”

Song Bei’s heart hurt, and he rolled his eyes in a bad mood: “Keep eating!”

Lu Jianhua foolishly and happily continued to eat rice: “Nom.”

Song Bei: …I’m more aggrieved now, okay!

I rambled for such a long time, but the most attentive audience is a single cat. Sigh, even so, Bai Xia Xia’s little gaze can make people get a sense of achievement from sharing.

During normal days, there’s no opportunity to tell gossip ah. Things that can be told are not liked by people, and things that cannot be talked about are plentiful.

The steady and mature old colonel was troubled, then glanced once again the cat that was still looking at him expectantly… Telling them to the cat, it isn’t as if it can’t be done.

At least, it gives some reaction.

The heartbroken Colonel Song felt that he received critical damage from his teammates, his old heart cried, and he decided to silently hold his bowl to eat.

Nonetheless, he felt that those small eyes that were burning lively were still looking at him, so he could not help but turn his face to look.

Bai Xia Xia expectantly and loudly meowed once: “Why did you stop talking?”

Song Bei: …what sin did I commit.

Colonel Song needed a strong arm, one for him to lean on.

Without gossip for Bai Xia Xia to listen, her flat ears drooped down, making Song Bei feel something akin to guilt because of being immoral from looking at her.

Bai Xia Xia: Isn’t that right, listening to gossip and stopping in the middle, it’s unbearable.

She finished eating the apples, rubbed her small belly, one third full.

Jumping and skipping in the mountains for more than half a year, eating fruits the whole day, and sometimes stealing the little squirrel’s nuts to eat as snacks.

The truth was, Bai Xia Xia wanted to eat rice with accompaniments very much.

Just as she was struggling about how to open her mouth and meow naturally, to smoothly freeload food.

A small bowl of rice porridge and egg pancake were placed on Bai Xia Xia’s tiny stool.

The rice porridge was put by Guo Chao Ming; he had torn off another piece of the plastic lunchbox to give to Bai Xia Xia as a bowl.

The egg pancake was picked up by Qin Xiao and placed on Bai Xia Xia’s lunchbox, Qin Xiao purposefully tore the pancake into small pieces, since pieces that were too big would make eating difficult for Bai Xia Xia.

“Meow, meow~”

Bai Xia Xia extended her tongue to lick the porridge, it was not hot nor cold, the temperature was just right.

Many people say that a cat’s tongue is afraid of being burned, that it was more sensitive than a human’s one by a lot. Bai Xia Xia had not eaten hot food since she transmigrated over, so she was not clear about whether those words were true or false.

The porridge was cooked until it was sticky and soft, a layer of oil was also floating on its surface. It was very fragrant, and accompanied by the egg pancake, it looked very appetizing.

The egg pancake was pan-fried golden-brown, the rice porridge was snow-white and fresh.

“Meow!” Bai Xia Xia stared at the rice porridge and egg pancake and lowly called out twice, drinking porridge and eating eggs, in her past life, it was a meal that could not have been more normal for her, it could have even been considered shabby.

But now, as she looked at it, her mouth unstoppably produced saliva. Bai Xia Xia got the sour and joyful feeling of tears wanting to pour out.

Her heart felt heavy, as if it was filled with something, but it also felt grieved.

Translator’s comments:

Lu Jianhua almost has no presence, forgot about him until he appeared lol.

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Translator’s notes:

[1] It appears that the author seems to have counted wrong the number of people in the room: Song Bei, Qin Xiao, Guo Chao Ming, and Lu Jianhua, which means there are four.

[2] Idiomatic expression ‘眼观六路耳听八方 (yǎn guān liù lù ěr tīng bā fāng)’: lit. translation is ‘the eyes watching six roads and the ears listening in eight directions’. It means that someone is very alert or attentive.

[3] MMP is used in China as a way of swearing, it can mean f*ck or sh*t, and its literal meaning is too offensive, which is why we won’t be writing it here.