Chapter 132: Bear Kids with Good Memories

Washing Alex’s face, hands, and hair was much easier than giving a Meow Star Creature a bath. The little one didn’t struggle at all; at most, she giggled when your hand touched her neck.

The little one had quite long hair. After washing it, Liu Heming wrapped her hair in a towel. He didn’t want to use a hairdryer on his daughter; he always felt that kind of wind wasn’t good.

When they went downstairs, the little one happily snuggled into Sasha’s arms, and together they played with the four little kittens.

“You can’t feed them milk,” Sasha reminded him when she saw Liu Heming opening the refrigerator to get food for the little kittens. “Otherwise, they’ll get upset stomachs.”

“They should be able to eat solid food now,” Liu Heming said with a smile, taking out a chicken leg. “I plan to make some minced chicken for them.”

The little kittens were still small, so one chicken leg would be more than enough for them.

As he picked up the kitchen knife to debone the chicken leg, the little bears came over again. Seeing Liu Heming busy at the stove, they thought it was time to eat.

“You two foodies,” Liu Heming said helplessly, looking at the eagerly waiting Bear Kids. “Fine, I’ll give you each a chicken leg.”

These two Bear Kids’ stomachs were like bottomless pits; they always seemed ready to eat. It was still a while until autumn, and weren’t bears supposed to start storing fat only in the fall?

He took out two more chicken legs; these didn’t need to be deboned. The Bear Kids had strong teeth and good appetites. There was no need to worry about them swallowing the chicken bones whole. They only ate the meat at both ends and didn’t bother with the middle bone.

He put the Bear Kids’ chicken legs in a pot to boil, and steamed the other chicken leg for the little kittens above it. When the smell of chicken wafted from the pot, the Bear Kids happily trotted over and brought their food bowls in their mouths.

“Dexter, did you pick up more kittens?” Jenny’s voice came from the door before the food for the little kittens was ready.

“I contacted Jenny,” Sasha explained. “The kittens need their shots.”

“It wasn’t me; Alex picked them up,” Liu Heming said, looking at Jenny. “Alex has already decided to adopt them. Do we need to go through any formalities?”

“There are many stray kittens,” Jenny said, taking needles and medicine out of her bag. “Meeting Alex is their Lucky. You just need to register them with me. They’re not protected animals, so it’s not that complicated.”

The Bear Kids, who had been watching the commotion, immediately started trotting upstairs. They knew very well that getting a shot hurt. They still remembered being vaccinated several times when they were young; it had left a shadow on their bear lives.

“It seems that if they misbehave again, I can just call you over to make them behave,” Liu Heming said with some resignation.

“They’re really smart,” Jenny marveled. “They still remember the last time they got their shots.”

The little kittens, unaware that they were about to get shots too, were still wrapped in a small blanket, curiously watching Jenny prepare the medicine and syringe.

“Jenny, can you tell what breed they are?” Liu Heming asked.

“They seem to be mixed breeds,” Jenny said after a careful look. “It’s hard to tell now; we’ll have to wait until they’re bigger. The patterns on their heads look like those of a United States Shorthair, but their fur is a bit long. But it doesn’t matter; even if their pedigree isn’t great, they’re still very cute. By the way, I suggest you take them to get neutered when they’re older.”

“Yeah, when they’re a bit bigger,” Liu Heming nodded. “It’ll take over a month to finish all their vaccinations anyway.”

As they spoke, Jenny had prepared the medicinal liquid. She picked up one of the little kittens, pinched a bit of skin on its neck, gently inserted the needle, quickly pushed the medicine in, and then pulled the needle out.

The little kitten that got the shot was stunned at first, but after the needle was pulled out, it started squirming. It let out tiny “meow” sounds and even bared its little white teeth at Jenny.

“She’s already done giving you the shot. What’s the point of acting fierce now?” Liu Heming said, slightly annoyed.

No wonder so many people fought to be servants of Meow Star Creatures; even when they acted fierce, they still looked so adorable.

“Be good, you need the shot. It doesn’t hurt. Alex isn’t even scared,” Alex said, frowning slightly as she comforted the little kitten.

The little one’s expression amused everyone; she wasn’t unafraid—she was just putting on a brave face.

The other three little kittens didn’t escape Jenny’s grasp either; each got a shot. These little ones now acted quite fierce, but in everyone’s eyes, they just looked cute.

“I’ll leave these vaccines here,” Jenny said, taking out more needles from her bag and handing them to Liu Heming. “You can give them the shots yourself later.”

Liu Heming put them directly into the refrigerator. These vaccines were not only good for the little kittens but also for humans.

The chicken legs in the pot were cooked. Liu Heming called the Bear Kids for a while before they cautiously peeked out from upstairs and came down. Even while eating, the little bears kept glancing warily at Jenny, afraid she might give them another shot.

Liu Heming used a blender to mix the steamed chicken leg meat. Though it wasn’t truly minced, it was now in very short shreds. After putting it in a bowl, he added some water from the Small Lake.

Now, even when he cooked, he used water from the Small Lake. Even though it looked a bit green, the taste wasn’t bad at all. After all, the System said it was good for animals, and humans were animals too, weren’t they?

The little kittens, who had been acting fierce earlier and wanting to attack Jenny for “bullying” them, completely forgot about the shots once Liu Heming brought the chicken over. All four little heads turned in unison to watch the bowl he was holding.

Liu Heming moved the bowl in a circle in front of them, and all four little heads followed the movement. One of them, probably really craving the food, struggled to stretch out one of its little paws.

“Alright, stop teasing them,” Sasha said with some resignation. “Let them eat quickly.”

If she didn’t say anything, Liu Heming would keep playing with the bowl forever. How old was he? He wasn’t even as sensible as Alex.

Liu Heming put the bowl down and unwrapped the little blanket from the kittens. Immediately, the four little kittens pounced on the bowl like little tigers, all plunging their heads into it to eat. As they ate, they kept making contented little humming sounds from their throats; it seemed they were very satisfied with the meal.