My Senior Is Always Salivating After Me!

Chapter 9

Father-in-law ignored Lin SuCi for three days.

After the others knew about Lin SuCi’s great achievements in Mysterious Heart Sect, if nothing else, the quality of his food had improved a lot. Through various methods, Huilian had cooked three days of special kitty meals, and even prepared a can of dried fish for him.

“1 can isn’t enough, you have to give me at least 3 more! I want a spiced one, a spicy one, and a sweet and sour one!” Lin SuCi sat on the vegetable shelf swaying his tail, chewing on a piece of dried fish and sticking out three fingers at Huilian.

Huilian, who was bustling in the kitchen, no longer maintained a slightly aloof attitude towards Lin SuCi. He rolled his sleeves up and said goodnaturedly, “Ok, I’ll make you another can of the original flavor. You’re still young, you should eat less heavy-tasting food.”

Lin SuCi wrinkled his nose, “Fine, anyway Brother Huilian’s cooking skills are good.”

“It’s not Brother Huilian, you should call me Third Senior.” Huilian cut the fish as he spoke casually.

Lin SuCi did not take it seriously. “Isn’t Third Senior and Brother Huilian the same anyway?”

“How can they be the same? You’re now the new disciple in our sect, you should change your way of addressing us.”

A knock sounded on the open door of the kitchen, and a weary Ruan Linggu walked in. Towards Huilian’s words, she laughed til her shoulders trembled. “Hasn’t he already changed his form of address? Calling his master his father-in-law.”

Lin SuCi had been too engrossed in his act, and him calling Qing Fou “father-in-law” had made its way round the sect. Now, being teased about it, he was no longer embarrassed, blowing his cheeks out and tilting his head, he chewed on the dried fish and said gleefully, “Both names are referring to an elder anyway, it’s about the same.”

“But Master doesn’t feel that way.” Huilian spoke lightly and handed Ruan Linggu a piece of dried fish.

Ruan Linggu smiled cheerily, “You’re really impressive. Over the past few years, we haven’t accepted anyone into the sect. Now, Master and Eldest Senior are preparing to add your name to our books.”

Lin SuCi gripped the end of the shelf and steadied himself before jumping down. Patting away the dust off his backside, he tilted his head with some curiosity in his eyes. “Are you all really accepting me as a disciple?”

Ruan Linggu pointed towards the main hall. “If you don’t believe me, you can go ask your official keeper.”

Lin SuCi tuck the can of dried fish into the belt around his waist, then ran over with his tail swinging.

The tables had already been set up in the main hall, candles had been placed on the table at the front, and a hassock was laid on the floor.

When Lin SuCi came running over, Qing Fou was talking to Yan BoShen. Upon seeing him, he waved him over, “Come here, little kitty.”

Calling Lin SuCi over, Qing Fou scrutinized him. The little kitty who had been growing up within Cardinal Sect had now look just like part of the family. He was dressed in Yan Boshen’s clothes from when he was young, rolling up the too-long sleeves, revealing his fair, slender wrists, on his waist was a belt with a can of dried fish hanging from it, together with spell artifacts given to him by Huilian and Ruan Linggu.

Having ran over, Lin SuCi’s cheeks were tinted pink. A few strands of hair had loosened and was now tickling his eyelashes, as he blinked, the hairs moved slightly.

“Little kitty, let me ask you a question.” Qing Fou looked at Lin SuCi and paused. “Before he fell into my basket, did you have parents or other family?”