The cotton boll quickly scolded: "Camboy! Don't do anything randomly!"

The black cat is not afraid of the world, and even Wang Lin is not afraid, but he is afraid of cotton bolls.

Hearing Jinling's soft scolding, the black cat immediately withdrew its paws.

The soft cat claws touched the back of Wang Lin's hand, but before they could still grab it, it was equivalent to shaking his hand gently.

"It's called a Totoro?" Wang Lin smiled.

"Well, I've seen a movie called Totoro, so I gave it this name. Did it catch you?"

As the cotton boll said, gently stroked the black cat's head, and the cat squatted down with his eyebrows down.

She held Wang Lin's hand and looked up.

Wang Lin said: "It's okay, it didn't catch me."

The hand of the cotton boll is extremely soft, and as soon as you hold it, you feel like you are electrocuted.

She looked carefully at the back of Wang Lin's hands and wrists, and confirmed that the cat was not caught. She smiled and said, "The cat is most afraid of strangers touching it, and now it subconsciously resists."

Wang Lin said: "It's my fault, I shouldn't touch it as soon as I come up."

The cotton boll picked up the cat, stroked its fur, and placed it in front of Wang Lin: "You touch it!"

Wang Lin stretched out his hand tentatively and touched the cat gently.

"It's okay, I hold it. It feels safe and will not be afraid of you. It now knows that you are my friend and will not hurt it." said Cotton Boll.

Wang Lin gently stroked the cat's body.

The cat was indeed very well-behaved and motionless.

Cotton Boll said: "I kept it in a small attic on the top floor. A cat nest was laid out inside. It had just given birth to four kittens and hadn't come downstairs these days."

"Is it a mother?"

"Yes! Cute, right?"

"No wonder I'm so fat. It turns out that I just finished giving birth, so I must have eaten more and exercised less."

"Yes! The chinchilla is indeed a little too fat."

"Do you want to keep those four kittens too?"

"Support it! I can't bear to lose it."

"Then are you working in Shanghai? Take it with you?"

"Let's talk about it then!" Mianling was stunned, "I'm afraid it's not easy to raise so many cats to the city."

Wang Lin said: "You might as well give away three kittens and leave only one. When this one dies of old age, it will be enough for you to raise one more."

The cotton boll suddenly became very sad, shook his head gently, and did not speak.

The setting sun sets in the west.

The nights in summer and autumn are dark late, and the sky is still bright.

A fire cloud appeared in the sky, brilliant and magnificent, and countless forms changed.

The sunset shone on the back of the cotton boll, and she was covered with a layer of gold edges, which made her look as charming as a fairy.

The black cat lies gentlely in the arms of the cotton boll, staring at Wang Lin with big eyes.

At a moment, the staff came to call for dinner.

The cotton boll turned around and happened to meet Wang Lin admiring his eyes.

She smiled shyly: "Mr. Wang, we're having dinner."

"Okay." Wang Lin nodded.

The food here is purchased from farmers.

The farmers nearby knew that the office building was short of food, so they didn't wait for the kitchen purchasing staff to go to the market to buy vegetables every day, and they brought all kinds of fresh vegetables to their doorsteps.

It is the second season of rice, and frogs are everywhere, growing fat and sweet.

A delicious pot of frog meat was made in the kitchen.

There is also a bowl of loach soup and a bowl of fried snails.

Because Mr. Wang arrived, another local chicken and a local duck were made in the kitchen.

Every pot of vegetables is full.

Even the winter melon soup is a large pot.

Cotton boll smiled and said, "We have many people here, and we eat in pots."

When Wang Lin saw the pot of the food, he couldn't help but laugh: "Where did you find so many big pots? It's so good, eat vegetables in a big pot and drink in a big bowl!"

The staff all laughed.

Cotton boll said: "Mr. Wang, then you must drink a few more bowls today!"

"How many bowls?" Wang Lin smiled, "Don't scare me!"

"It's what you said just now, I'm drinking with a big bowl!"

Everyone cheered: "Mr. Wang, we each toast you a bowl of wine!"

Wang Lin smiled and waved his hand: "How could anyone toast like this? I am alone, to us all?"

This time he came to the cotton area, he only brought Uncle Zhong, one of his followers, and didn't even bring his secretary.

Because Zhang Xiaowan had just joined the company and became his secretary, she was still unable to handle affairs proficiently, so Si Qing and Guo Lingling had to stay in Shencheng.

Wang Lin smiled and said, "It's better to do this. Mr. Cotton, I'll drink as much as you drink. Isn't it an exaggeration?"

Cotton boll blushed and said, "That won't work. I'm a woman and you're a man. How can you be the same?"

Wang Lin said: "Men and women are equal! Also, ladies are preferred! So, you should drink one more bowl of wine than me."

"Ah?" Cotton Boll was stunned, "What ladies are preferred? This is all thought of by female fists. I don't need to be excellent. In my eyes, men are better than women, and I admit that. Especially when it comes to drinking, men are very good at drinking.

Ordinary people can drink more than women.”

Wang Lin said: "I don't agree with this. Among the people I know, the ones I can drink the most are women. Like my secretary Si Qing, she is a jar of wine, and she is not drunk for a thousand cups. And Chen Fanchen from our company

Vice President, her alcohol tolerance is also amazing.”

Cotton boll giggled and said, "Then let's just go bowl by bowl! I will sacrifice my life to accompany Mr. Wang today."

The staff all started to cheer together: "Mr. Wang, don't get drunk!"

Wang Lin suddenly regretted not bringing Si Qing over.

No matter which unit you are in, as long as you are a grassroots comrade, you can usually drink it.

In Aixu Group, the most basic working unit can be said to be the office building in the cotton area where Wang Lin is now located.

Most of the people who work here are rough men.

Even some gentle technicians will become rough after a long time here.

The long night is long and you can't get through without drinking.

Wang Lin knew that cotton bolls had a lot of alcohol.

Last time he and Zhou Boqiang came here, he drank with cotton bolls once, and this woman was hidden!

Wine is home-made rice wine from farmers.

The gentle people of Jiangnan are not necessarily related to the wine that represents heroic spirit. In fact, as early as the Spring and Autumn Period of Wuyue, Jiangnan folk workshops began to brew palace tribute wine and folk drinking wine. The wine culture in Jiangnan has a history of more than 2,500 years.

However, most of the wines in Jiangnan are soft, just like the soft words of Wu Dian, sweet and soft, and they are not delicious.

People in Jiangnan are used to calling drinking rice wine "mi" rice wine. They only eat trash in summer and warm a pot of rice wine in winter. Take a sip. The warm liquid soaks the heart and spleen little by little, relieves fatigue.

The aroma of the rice wine is mellow and refreshing, and the taste is soft and elegant.

The rice wine that Wang Lin drank has a special taste.

He drank a glass of wine and asked, "Did you add any ingredients to this wine?"

Cotton boll smiled and said, "Mr. Wang is a raspberry-flavored wine."

"Raspberry-flavored wine? This is my first time drinking it!"

“Is it delicious?”

"It tastes good, and it has a special fragrance. This wine is indeed good and tastes even more fragrant than Moutai."

"If Mr. Wang likes it, you can take a jar back to Shencheng to drink."

“Is there any more?”

"Yes! We often buy wine at a farmhouse, and I just need to send them two more jars. But you have to wait two days to return to Shencheng."

Wang Lin said: "It's still possible to wait for two days. It's worth it for this wine!"

The cotton boll smiled slightly: "It seems that men still like to drink more."
To be continued...