The performer who called himself the Immortal Cat walked back and forth over the banquet hall.
He is not particularly big, and has no wings or propellers, but he can swing across each long dining table with ease, taking off his hat and saluting the guests at the table, as if he is stepping on some kind of invisible sling under his feet. It enthusiastically wishes every guest good food and drink, using a different language each time. Some residents returned the gift to the old-time host and curiously discussed its origins—it was not mentioned in the notice sent by the Ethics House. But that’s exactly what holiday surprises are all about.
"All thanks to the Queen!" Toba heard the cat shout in the old tongue. It has undoubtedly been repeated in various languages.
He paid attention to the cat's claw muff hanging from his waist and the wide-brimmed hat with the gas veil, and wondered what kind of culture would lead a banquet host to dress like this. But that was not a particularly important matter. It still focused most of its eyes on Wei and Jing Huang three tables away. They still sat facing each other, Jing Huang looking very indifferent to all the delicious food on the table. Wei also ate very little and was nervous about what was to come.
They are all waiting for something to happen. And this state is extremely eye-catching among a group of indulgent and joyful guests. People sitting nearby quickly began to pay attention to them, while not slowing down their own eating speed at all. Multitasking can sometimes cause minor confusions and conflicts. Two people sitting next to Wei accidentally inserted their cutlery into the same piece of cake. They quickly apologized to each other, gave in to each other, and insisted that the other person made the choice first. This dish.
This humility process delayed a little more time. Before they could take the cutlery out of the dishes, two snow-white soles had already landed on the dining table in front of them. This process was light and silent, and not even a ripple appeared on the surface of the jelly pulp placed next to it. The guests raised their heads, and the owner of the pair of snow-white feet also took off his hat to greet them.
"Hello you two," said the leash cat. It stopped to observe the reactions of the two guests to make sure it used the right language. Then he curled his tail on his chest and saluted them in a respectful manner.
"I saw a little excitement here." It said, "Can you help me?"
Both guests denied it. The yellow-eyed cat shook its ears, seeming a little regretful. He graciously asked his guests to enjoy themselves, then wagged his tail. A waiter deftly landed on the table, carrying a brand new dish.
The leash cat lifted a long, engraved wine glass from the tray and waved it to nearby guests. The golden wine in the cup splashed out, scattering in all directions like flying raindrops. The fragrance of fine wine filled the banquet, but when the leash cat stopped waving, the saucer-shaped wine glass in its hand was fuller than before. It drank heavily, and after finishing the drink, there was so much wine that it almost overflowed from the cup.
"There is never enough wine!" it cried. Then he took off his hat and thanked those who cheered him. Every move is chic and smart. But everything actually happened very quickly. In just half a minute, it put the hat on its head and raised its left rear foot slightly into the air, as if it was stepping on an invisible rope. Just as it was about to swing back to the sky, Wei, who was sitting near it, reached out to it.
"Wait." Wei said hesitantly.
The leash cat shook its ears and put its left foot back on the table. Its yellow eyes suddenly became sparkling.
"How can I help you?" it asked enthusiastically and politely, using the same language as Wei. Before Wei could answer, its tail had been stretched out happily, its tip swaying slightly from side to side, as if it was beating to a certain melody.
"I want to order a dish." Wei said.
"A dish!" the leash cat said in a loud voice, and the tune was almost singing, "Of course. No problem. Great. A dish! No matter what, the best in the world, the sweetest in the universe , as long as you want it, it will be delivered immediately. Because it is the Queen's day! Any dish will do, as long as it is not a cat."
It tiptoed around on the table. The well-informed guests applauded it enthusiastically. Only Jing Huang still stared at it gloomily. Wei was not as rude as him, but as a freshman, he had never seen such a strange festival host. That made him nervous and a little shy. But he didn't forget what he wanted.
He stuttered a bit and said, "I want a bowl of rice with sugar."
"Wow!" said the leash cat. The surrounding guests also made various expressions of surprise. Some people inhale, some spit out wine and food, and some glow and change color. All this made Wei even more embarrassed.
"Are you sure?" Leather Cat asked, "Do you know what this means?"
"I know." Vee said. His tone gradually became louder and clearer, and he glared hard across the table.
Jing Huang looked away when he glared at him.
"Cat." Jing Huang called.
The leash cat with its back turned to him immediately turned to look at him.
"What do you also want?" it asked Jing Huang, "from the sky? From the sea? The best in the world? The sweetest in the universe? Or a glass of wine that will never be finished?"
"Sugar rice." Jing Huang replied briefly, seemingly unwilling to explain further.
"Yo!" shouted the leash cat, "this is so fun! I assume you know what this means?"
Jing Huang tapped the table with his finger impatiently.
The leash cat weighed its feet again and spun around on the dining table. It looked at Wei and then at Jing Huang. The fluffy and beautiful tail is as tall as a pillar, and the tip swings to the left and then to the right.
"Great!" it said, "Yes. Indeed. Sugar rice. For two. Hey man! How about bringing me sugar rice! We have two guests here asking for sugar rice! This will definitely be very interesting! "
It suddenly shouted to a waiter passing through the air. And soon what it wanted was brought to the table and placed in front of the two people sitting across the table. The guests sitting nearby saw two plates of snow-white desserts. They were made from the seeds of a specially cultivated plant. They were sweet and glutinous, exuding a fresh and soft aroma, and looked like two snow-white mountain peaks facing each other. There is a transparent sugar ball placed on the top of the two peaks, but the colored syrup inside is still flowing, and the shape is like two circles close together.
The leash cat looked at these two hills.
"I think there's something missing," it said. "Can you add some more dipping sauce?"
Wei shook his head. He grabbed a spoon and began to dig deep into the base of the mountain. Then the leash cat looked at Jing Huang who was motionless.
"Would you like some dip?" it asked. "What flavor? Cranberry? Sorrel? Mixed mint?"
"Salt."
"What?" Leather Cat said, "I didn't hear clearly."
Jing Huang repeated: "Salt."
"But this is sugar rice. Man, think about it. It's called sugar rice. Of course. You can add toppings. But it's called sugar rice. You should have known it was a candy feast when you came here!"
Jing Huang said indifferently: "The rice is not sweet."
"Oh!" the leash cat shouted loudly, "This is not okay! Prejudice! Prejudice! I oppose such an opinion! You are contemptuous of the Queen's authority!"
It tap danced on the table and expressed its outrage at the incident in four different poses within five seconds. It was only at the sixth second that Jing Huang picked up the spoon glumly and scooped out the smallest spoonful from the bottom of the dinner plate. By this time, Wei had already devoured half of the mountain.
The surrounding guests were extremely interested in this scene and cheered them up in their own ways. A man with a long enough neck stretched his head from ten tables away, politely apologized to all the guests on the way, and finally succeeded in resting his chin next to the candy rice plate, watching the two of them devouring the candy rice with relish.
Three tables away, Toba was watching intently until someone gently touched his back.
"Hey, hello." He heard a milky voice say, "Mind giving me your seat?"
Toba turned his head. Behind it stood a cat waiter. The clothes it wears are no different from other waiters, but its size is very small, and the hair on its paws appears to be very sparse. When the petite snow-white cat raised its head, Toba discovered that the grinning cat had a single topaz-like eye on its face.
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