Chapter 150: Why Does the Little Kitten Want to Eat the Small Dried Fish? (Please Subscribe)

At eleven-thirty, the traditional instrument exchange among the countries came to an end.

The shamisen from the Dwarf Nation became the laughingstock, placing dead last.

Before Yang Qing could fully unleash his power, the performer from Japan, little Kimura, had already lost his composure and was completely eliminated midway through.

Yang Qing, with his performances of "Horse Racing" and "Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix," created an overwhelming dominance, causing the traditional instrument pieces from other countries to pale in comparison, with no rivals challenging his supremacy.

At three in the afternoon, there would be a piano exchange among the masters, an event eagerly anticipated by many piano enthusiasts.

Even the embryonic forms of many famous compositions often emerged from these master exchanges.

"Xiao Yang, where are you going?"

After bidding farewell to a dozen or so enthusiastic foreign master elders, Yang Qing thanked the beautiful translator who had been following him, just as he was about to leave, he heard Lu Baiwu calling out.

"Chairman Lu, I'm going to eat. Would you like to join?" Yang Qing replied with a smile.

"Yes, let's go together!"

Lu Baiwu stepped forward, clapping Yang Qing on the shoulder with a hearty laugh, "Let's go eat at our association's cafeteria to celebrate your success!"

"Uh..."

Yang Qing hesitated, then waved his hand with a smile, "The exchange isn't over yet; what success is there to celebrate? I won’t go. My sister is still waiting for me."

"Tsk, Xiao Yang, you're not giving an old man any face, huh?"

Lu Baiwu pretended to be upset, "The young guys at the association are all eagerly waiting for me to invite you. I've already told them. If you don’t come, how can I save face?"

"Where is your sister? Give me the location. I'll send someone to fetch her, alright, Master Yang?"

"Okay, I'll call her to come over."

Yang Qing smiled helplessly and took out his phone to call Qin Xue. Since Chairman Lu had put it that way, refusing now would truly be a slap in his face.

"Haha, that’s the spirit!" Lu Baiwu laughed heartily. "Come on, let’s wait outside."

"Alright."

Soon, the Qin siblings arrived with little Qiu’er.

"Brother!"

Little Qiu’er, spotting Yang Qing from afar, excitedly babbled and ran over, her little legs pattering.

"Slow down, Qiu’er, slow down."

Yang Qing hurriedly quickened his pace to meet her, scooping the little one into his arms and gently asking, "Are you hungry?"

"Yes," little Qiu’er replied shyly in a soft, childish voice, then craned her little neck to look at Lu Baiwu approaching.

"So this is your sister, such an adorable little one," Lu Baiwu said with a kindly smile as he looked at the curious child.

"Yes, her name is Yang Qiu," Yang Qing smiled, "Qiu’er, say hello to Grandpa Lu."

"Hello, Grandpa Lu,"

Little Qiu’er’s sweet and childish greeting melted Lu Baiwu’s heart, making the wrinkles on his face bloom like flowers.

"Hello, Grandpa Lu."

At that moment, Qin Xue and Qin Hao also approached, both politely and respectfully greeting Lu Baiwu.

"Ah, Xiao Xue, Xiao Hao, long time no see!"

Lu Baiwu smiled and nodded, then curiously looked at the two of them, "You and Xiao Yang are…?"

"Hehe… Grandpa Lu, he’s my brother-in-law!" Qin Hao laughed.

"Oh, is that so?"

Lu Baiwu was momentarily stunned, glancing between Yang Qing and Qin Xue, as if seeking confirmation.

But neither of them said a word. Yang Qing gave him a smile, while Qin Xue shyly lowered her head.

"Ah, well, that’s a pity."

Judging by their expressions, Lu Baiwu sighed, though no one knew what he regretted. Then, patting Yang Qing on the shoulder, he said:

"Xiao Yang, keep working hard. That beautiful flower from the Qin family isn’t easy to win over."

Before Yang Qing could respond, Lu Baiwu turned back to Qin Xue and Qin Hao with a cheerful smile:

"Xiao Xue, Xiao Hao, want to come eat at the association with us?"

"Thank you, Grandpa Lu, but we won’t," Qin Xue smiled, "My mom just called, and we’re going to visit her."

"Oh, alright then. Don’t delay."

Yang Qing felt a strange impression—as if Qin Xue’s refusal to join the association meal perfectly suited Chairman Lu’s wishes.

After Qin Xue and Qin Hao left, little Qiu’er waved goodbye to them, then, hand in hand with her brother, curiously followed Lu Baiwu to the headquarters of the Jing Music Association.

Upon entering, a crowd eagerly gathered around, showering Yang Qing with praise and commenting on little Qiu’er’s cuteness.

Little Qiu’er smiled widely, her big eyes wandering curiously until they fixed upon a white kitten cradled in a young girl’s arms.

"Mmm~ little kitty~ so white~"

Little Qiu’er was captivated by the pure white kitten and froze in place.

"Qiu’er, what’s wrong?" Yang Qing noticed her unusual behavior and asked curiously.

"Brother, look~~"

Little Qiu’er pointed, and Yang Qing glanced over, about to speak, but Lu Baiwu beat him to it:

"Qiu’er wants to hold the kitten?"

Upon hearing this, little Qiu’er’s eyes immediately lit up, but she neither nodded nor shook her head. Instead, she looked at Yang Qing with hope.

Yang Qing was the one person least able to refuse his sister’s gaze. He smiled at Lu Baiwu, "Chairman Lu, would that be alright?"

"Haha, what’s not to be alright about?"

Lu Baiwu chuckled, beckoning the young girl, "Xiao Meng, play with Yang Qing’s sister for a while, then take her upstairs to eat."

The girl obediently nodded, "Yes, Grandpa."

Yang Qing was taken aback, "She is… your granddaughter?"

"Yes," Lu Baiwu laughed, "What do you think? Isn’t she lively? Interested in taking on a disciple?"

Yang Qing was speechless.

At this moment, he finally understood what Chairman Lu was up to.

The older generation is always craftier!

Lu Lao led Yang Qing away, followed by a throng of association members. Instantly, the place quieted, leaving little Qiu’er and the young girl staring at each other.

After scrutinizing each other for a while, Lu Xiaomeng smiled sweetly at little Qiu’er:

"Do you want to hold it? Her name is Xiao Xiao."

"Xiao Xiao…"

Little Qiu’er murmured, her big eyes shining, "The kitten is so cute."

"Yes, you’re cute too. Here, hold her." Lu Xiaomeng handed the kitten to little Qiu’er, "Don’t be afraid. She won’t bite or scratch."

"Okay!"

Little Qiu’er joyfully accepted the kitten and, as if instinctively, began to stroke it with her little hands.

"Hey! Sister, the kitten is purring. Is she hungry?"

"No, that’s her breathing, just like when we inhale and exhale."

"Ah, why is her breathing so loud?"

"Uh… well… let’s go feed her something first."

"Okay, so she’s hungry after all."

Lu Xiaomeng was speechless.

Little Qiu’er happily cradled the kitten, stroking and comforting her:

"Be good, little kitty. Sister’s going to get you some food, you can eat soon."

Kitten: purr purr~~

Little Qiu’er: "What? You also want water? Oh dear, I forgot to tell sister to bring water too."

Kitten: purr purr~~

The human child and the kitten pup communicated magically until Lu Xiaomeng returned with the food.

Before she could speak, little Qiu’er’s anxious childish voice rang out:

"Sister, the kitten says she wants water. Did you bring water?"

Lu Xiaomeng: ???

How on earth do you understand cat language?!

Teach me!

After a moment’s silence, Lu Xiaomeng shook her head helplessly, "No."

"Ah, what do we do? The kitten will die if she doesn’t drink water! Sister, I’ll go get water!"

Little Qiu’er’s little face was anxious as she tried to run off, but Lu Xiaomeng gently pulled her back.

She sensed the child’s kindness and smiled sweetly:

"Don’t worry, the kitten won’t die. We’ll feed her first, then water, okay?"

"Okay… but… but…"

"Alright, trust sister."

Lu Xiaomeng patted little Qiu’er’s head and tore open a packet of dried fish:

"Today we don’t have cat food, so we’ll feed her dried fish."

"Dried fish?!"

Little Qiu’er’s eyes widened brightly, "Why does the kitten eat dried fish?"

Lu Xiaomeng smiled, "Because kittens like dried fish."

"No!" little Qiu’er objected, "Kittens like to eat little mice!"

"Uh… yeah… how do you know that?"

"Hehe… Xiao Bai and Xi’er and I love watching windmill cars and fake old man shows!"

Lu Xiaomeng was utterly confused.

Windmill cars, fake old man shows—what on earth are those?!

Kids are really hard to handle!