Wen Wan woke up thirsty in the middle of the night, stumbled to the living room in the dark to get water, and found Lu Chi crouched in front of the coffee table, his phone screen glowing. She crept closer quietly and saw him scrolling through a food delivery app, changing the note from “light sugar, no ice” to “my wife’s favorite.” “Lu Chi,” she suddenly spoke up, “what are you doing?” He flinched, nearly dropping his phone: “Nothing. Deleting a bad review.” “Deleting a review by changing the note?” “This place… has terrible service. I’m marking it to avoid it.” Wen Wan took the phone, opened the order history, and discovered he’d ordered seventeen milk teas in the past month—each with a different note: “She’s in a bad mood today,” “She’s exhausted from overtime,” “She needs something sweet while binge-watching.” Her nose tingled with emotion, but she teased anyway: “Seventeen milk teas a month? No wonder you’ve gained weight.” Lu Chi snatched the phone back and muttered, “You’re the one who gained weight—I didn’t drink a single one.” “Then who did?” He paused for two seconds: “…The cat.” Wen Wan looked down—the orange cat was curled up on the sofa, licking its paws, its belly round and full.