Chapter 87

Xingyu couldn’t finish a whole chicken by herself anyway. As luck would have it, the Witch kept a small black cat. She fetched two plates from the kitchen, tore off the drumsticks and breast meat for herself, and dumped everything else onto the cat’s plate. The black cat was a bit dazed. The Witch usually couldn't care less about it. It generally spent its time catching mice to eat, and if it couldn't catch any, it would just starve. It hadn't expected that the Witch would seemingly swindle some foolish man over the past few days. Her hem always carried a scent that made the cat fearful, but it was worth it—at least she had swindled some money. Her clothes had been upgraded from ramie to silk, her food had improved, and now she was even feeling generous enough to share chicken.