Chapter 1755 A Down-to-Earth Name

Upon receiving permission, Li Nana's eyes lit up instantly, filled with a mix of excitement and trepidation. She slowly reached out her hand, her fingertips gently touching the smooth fur of the potato.

The touch was soft and warm, exactly like the feel of the "milk cake" in her memory, which made her nose tingle and she almost burst into tears.

The moment the potato was touched, it lazily opened one of its round eyes, glanced at her, and then closed it again, quickly making a "gurgling" sound in its throat, with a satisfied tone.

The deep purring sound seemed to have a magical power, completely relaxing Li Nana's tense nerves. A gentle smile appeared on her face, the softest she had seen since the apocalypse. Her fingertips gently combed its fur, her movements incredibly tender.

Qin Fenglin glanced at Li Nana beside him, a hint of understanding and heartache flashing in his eyes. He didn't say anything, but quietly moved to the side to give her more space.

As soon as Shi Xinxin sat down in the car, she saw this scene, raised her eyes, and couldn't help but speak to Li Luo:

"I didn't expect that Potato, this proud little guy, who usually finds it annoying to be touched by strangers, would make an exception today. Look at how carefully Li Nana touched him, she really loves cats, no wonder Potato was willing to let her touch him."

Upon hearing this, Li Luo's gaze swept over Li Nana, who was gently stroking her fur in the back seat, before returning to Tudou, who was curled up on the plush cushion and snoring softly. She replied in a low voice:

"He's always been someone who responds better to gentle persuasion than force. If someone genuinely cares for him, he won't be too resistant."

Li Nana's fingertips still lingered on the soft fur. Listening to their conversation, the comfort in her heart grew stronger. She couldn't help but lean closer, her voice extremely soft, and with a cautious probing, she looked at Li Luo's back and asked:

"He...he's so well-behaved! What's his name?"

"Call him Potato," Li Luo replied softly without turning her head.

"Potatoes?" Li Nana was taken aback and subconsciously repeated it. She felt a sudden itch in her heart and almost couldn't help but smile.

It's not that I'm disrespectful, it's just that the name and the little guy's appearance are too different.

The cream-colored British Shorthair in front of me is soft and fluffy, with fur so smooth it looks like it's coated in coconut flakes. It should have been named something cute like Puff, Snowball, or Glutinous Rice, but it's actually called "Potato," the same name as the clods of dirt piled up in the market. It's quite an adorable contrast.

She quickly pursed her lips, suppressing the urge to laugh, afraid of appearing impolite.

The surging longing and sorrow just moments ago were quietly diluted by this down-to-earth name, and the tears in my eyes slowly receded, leaving only a helpless feeling of being both amused and exasperated.

She gently brushed the tip of Potato's ear with her finger, then whispered another question:

"So...is the potato a boy or a girl?"

“A boy.” Li Luo’s answer was still concise.

"Oh, he's a handsome young man!" Li Nana's eyes lit up. She thought to herself that the honest name suited the boy's tough and resilient nature quite well.

She stroked the potato's smooth fuzz, her mind racing with questions:

This adorable little baby is so cute, why not just call him Potato? It's so down-to-earth, but I find it strangely endearing.

On second thought, she felt relieved.

In the apocalypse, there's no need for so many formalities; a more practical name is better.

Compared to those delicate names, "potato" sounds resilient and not fussy, just like this little guy. He looks soft and fluffy, but he might be quite sturdy inside, which is why he can live so well in this chaotic world.