The black cat Erin sniffed the fragrance of the mashed potatoes, stuck out her tongue, and licked it, her blue pupils dilated instantly.
Mashed potatoes, it turns out that they can be so delicious!
She quickly finished the mashed potatoes on the plate. Since she was not in human form, she did not need to worry about the image of a lady.
Holding the mashed potatoes in your mouth, three different wheels of flavor bloom on your tongue.
First there is the sweetness of the crispy skin on the surface, then the saltiness in the middle, and finally the slight numbness and spiciness at the end.
The most important thing is that the three flavors are perfectly blended together, and paired with the soft and glutinous texture of potatoes, Erin instantly fell in love with this extremely simple dish.
【Ding! Feeding the witch was successful! 】
[Randomly obtain an ability of the witch]
【Getting it now...】
[Witch Affinity: You have a strange attraction that makes the witch want to get close to you. 】
[Advanced path: Chat with 10 different witches to upgrade to witch temptation. 】
[Witch Temptation: You are like a ripe peach, any witch who sees you wants to take a bite. 】
The strange abilities have increased again, but they are still not the [Friends of Money] that Locke expected.
It doesn't matter, there is another feeding opportunity for dinner today.
Locke did not plan to give Black Cat a separate meal because it would create a new financial burden on the family, unless Irene could provide him with additional food expenses.
Thinking of the Rhine Apartment and all the luxurious ingredients in the apartment, he couldn't help but ask,
"Miss Eileen, can I go to Ryan's apartment to get some ingredients? Those meats can't be bought even at the vegetable market on this street."
A napkin appeared in Black Cat's hand at some point. She wiped her mouth gracefully and waved her paws.
"No, the apartment has been recycled and I can't go back."
"Recycle?"
"Yes, my identity as a human being is dead, and the apartment has been reclaimed by the relevant people."
Irene felt that there was nothing taboo about telling her servant this kind of thing, especially if he knew about it, he might be more cautious in the future to avoid getting into trouble.
Of course, it was only because of the mashed potato dessert that she was very satisfied with that she was willing to explain a few more words to the servant.
"In the future, don't call me Miss Irene in front of outsiders. After my pursuers find you, they may make you feel worse than death, and I will abandon you in order to protect myself."
The black cat Erin raised her head proudly.
"So you faked your death to avoid being hunted!"
Locke asked in surprise.
"That was real death. It was the help of a mysterious being that made me really dead. Now I can only accumulate strength in the form of a cat. If I sacrifice enough life to that one, I can return to my former self as soon as possible. "
The black cat Erin said calmly, as if she was telling something that had nothing to do with her.
"If I am lazy and unwilling to assist in the recovery of the mysterious existence, I should be able to recover in 100 years."
But Locke was quite shocked when he heard this, so at 8 o'clock this morning, the real Irene was dead. Could the current black cat be just the ghost of the witch Irene? Or other forms of existence!
No wonder the black cat has no life bar on top of his head!
Just the thought that he was communicating with a ghost cat and signing a 100-year breeding contract gave Locke a chill down his spine.
The most important thing is that the ghost cat seems to have reached an agreement with a certain evil god behind the scenes, so that it will eventually exist in this form.
The black cat's face suddenly showed a human expression of contempt,
"I'm not a ghost, I'm not a ghost, I'm a real person, and I can become a human if I want."
It seems that because she was worried that Locke wouldn't believe it, Irene directly transformed into a human form.
A beautiful girl with silver hair appeared in front of Locke. Her swollen and plump snow-white breasts trembled slightly, which affected Locke's nerves.
This scene of having to hit a horse even if it was on TV made Locke's ears turn red instantly.
Even if he is not lustful, who can resist the temptation of Miss Witch?
Miss Witch grabbed Locke's hand, letting him feel the warmth of her body, and then showed a sly smile.
The next second, the beautiful witch lady in front of her changed her appearance.
The glowing snow peak instantly shrank in size, its height also shrunk, its silver hair turned black, and her pupils turned red, turning into a little lolita who was only 1.2 meters tall.
Then the body lengthened again, the hair color changed again, turning into flaxen color, the snow peak became bigger again, the waist became thinner, the legs were elongated, the pupils and facial features also changed, becoming Lucy's appearance.
Before Locke could sigh more, the corners of Miss Witch's mouth continued to rise, and she turned directly into Hannah.
"It seems you like this look the best."
Locke immediately retracted his hand, his Adam's apple rolled, swallowed, and turned his back to Miss Witch.
"Quick, change back for me."
He already understood that this was Erin teasing him.
Erin achieved her goal, transformed back into a black cat, and jumped onto Locke's shoulders.
"Don't care too much about skin. If I want, I can become anyone, including you. You just need to remember that you are my servant, Irene Mostia."
I just have to remember that I am Erin Mostia's breeder.
Locke automatically translated what Irene said.
I didn’t expect Miss Lucy’s figure to be so good. Well, my sister Hannah’s figure is also good, but too small. It must be due to malnutrition. I must give her more papaya and coconut juice in the future.
Locke, who was already thinking about his sister Hannah's future, began to put away the plates, took them to the small kitchen, and began to wash them.
After washing the dishes, he found the black cat Irene still staring at the two portions of mashed potatoes he had left.
"No, you are a cat now. You can't eat too much at one time, or you will accumulate food."
This is the lunch Locke left for himself and his sister Hannah, but Erin cannot eat it.
Erin squinted her eyes. She could see the color of the soul clearly, and she could naturally tell whether Locke was lying.
She stretched out her dark, furry paws and grabbed at the dinner plate.
Locke took her hand and said, "I'll make some delicious food for you tonight, so you can keep it in your belly."
Erin's eyes lit up and she retracted her claws.
Locke breathed a sigh of relief, almost losing his lunch.
At 12 noon, a familiar knock on the door rang.
In front of the rusty iron gate, Hannah pinched her cheeks and changed her frowning expression into a smiling face.
She didn't want Locke to see her in such a decadent state, and even though she was rejected by the interviewer of the pragmatic newspaper, she felt very sad.
But she knew that depression and pessimism were contagious and she couldn't bring that negativity home.
The iron door opened, and Hannah saw Locke's thin and handsome face, and the smile on her face became even brighter.
"I'm back."
"Welcome home."
Locke said with a smile. There was an indelible look of exhaustion in Hannah's beautiful eyes. No matter how hard he hid it, Locke could clearly recognize that it was the depression after looking for a job and being rejected.
However, the two siblings had a tacit understanding not to ask about each other's situation. If there was good news, they would tell it even if they didn't ask.
Locke pulled Hannah to sit next to the sofa, and directly took out 30 Kimmies.
Hannah's pupils and red lips dilated simultaneously, and her expression changed from surprise to horror.
"Locke, did you rob a bank?"
