After finishing the correction of this world, Tianmiao returned to the Western Management Bureau to meet with the Creator God.
"You've worked hard, Miao Miao, care for some food?" the Creator God said gratefully.
"It's not scallion pancakes this time, is it?" Tianmiao asked suspiciously.
"Ah, of course not. Last time was a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding. This time, it's all sorts of little cakes," the Creator God said, embarrassed. If not for his son briefing him, he wouldn't have realized how speechlessly awkward the last thing he did was.
Tianmiao turned to look at the small table and indeed saw it was filled with various exquisite little cakes, which reassured her as she sat down at the table.
The Creator God also came over, holding a little cat in his arms. A snow-white, fluffy little cat with very pretty eyes—one green and one gold. It was looking at Tianmiao curiously with big, glistening eyes.
