The taste of the persimmon cakes was surprisingly good.
Soft and sticky, very sweet, not sour at all.
Xu Yang was eating when he saw Tabby Cat appear in front of him, sitting cross-legged on the ground, with its tail wrapped around its paw, then lifting its head to look at him.
Xu Yang could tell that this guy was here for some persimmon cakes.
A few days ago, while drying persimmons, Xu Yang had asked it to watch over them, to keep sparrows from stealing them.
He had promised it persimmon cakes as a reward if it did a good job.
And here it was, to claim its reward.
Xu Yang got along quite well with Sang Biao, both understanding each other's intentions.
For a long time, Sang Biao had this feeling of "it's lonely at the top."
In its eyes, it had the highest combat value and the highest IQ. It was simply the king of this world.
Of course, its "world" at present was no bigger than a village.
But that didn't stop it from thinking it was very powerful.
