Meow Ba

Chapter 156 Who is the Master
"OK, it's all recorded."

After knocking several times in a row, Ron didn't stop until Krisfina gestured OK.

"Meow~"

Goodbye, Christina~
"Goodbye, Tangerine."

Not being able to be missing for too long, Ron walked out of the small room and walked towards the front desk. When he was almost at the exit, he squatted down - a pair of palms picked him up from behind and lifted the bar.

"Whose pet cat is this?"

"He ran into our kitchen."

The one who lifted Ron was one of the female clerks who just turned a blind eye to him. She smiled and put Ron on the table next to the bar.

This is a set procedure. After all, a cat as big as Ron will definitely be discovered when it enters the kitchen, and it is the most normal situation for someone to catch and send it out. At this time, Ferlin only needs to say, the cat If it's mine, I can take Ron away.

But the development of things is often beyond people's expectations.

After the clerk asked whose cat it was, four of the people eating and queuing in the store stretched out their arms and shouted out—of course including Feilin, and only Feilin shouted softly.

"its mine."

"its mine!"

"Cat, my cat~"

"This is my Brin!"

Ron: "..."

It can only be said that sometimes people's greed is terrible, and they want to take things that are obviously not their own because they like them.

Ron turned his head speechlessly, and took all three people into his eyes except Flynn - a student sitting by the window and wearing a high school uniform, a skinny Chinese, and a three or four-year-old who just hugged and kept calling Middle-aged Caucasian woman with pussy pussy boy.

"Look at the monitor~"

"Surveillance is the most effective at this time~"

Other diners in the restaurant gave advice, and several even had their eyes sparkling and wanted to pet Ron.

Ron's original round appearance is already very cute, and the black hair dye provided by Dr. Jon who doesn't know where to get it is really effective, so what appears in front of everyone at this moment is a group of emerald green eyes. Except for the beard, there is no variegated big black ball all over the body, full of temptation.

"Sorry, the monitoring is broken."

"We are submitting maintenance applications these days."

Of course, the surveillance is not bad, but it cannot be seen by ordinary people. The Orange County Police Headquarters has invested a lot in this Golden Arches restaurant. The surveillance equipment is extremely accurate, and many of the angles are violations of human rights and privacy.

"How about this, you put the cat on the ground, and it will belong to whoever calls it~"

"Right, that is it!"

"It's definitely true!"

Another new suggestion was raised from the crowd, which immediately won the approval of the other three who wanted Ron, only Ferring remained silent.

From the perspective of the breeder, as long as they are treated well and get along with each other for a long time, there will naturally be an emotional relationship between the cat and the breeder, and they will often come closer when they are called.

This was also the reason why Ferlin didn't agree. Although he knew that Ron was smart, he had only received Ron for two days, and he hadn't established a sufficient breeding relationship yet.

But when Flynn saw Ron's eyes, he finally let go of his worries and agreed - in Ron's eyes, they were as clear as a human being, expressing a tranquility without worry.

"I agree."

"Since everyone agrees, I will put the cat on the ground, and you all call together."

"Hearing the call, whoever the cat walks to, it belongs to whom~"

Except for Director Alden, no one knows whether Ron's connectors are male or female, old or young, so the female clerk saw that the four agreed, so she hugged Ron to the ground, and the four squatted down. Opposite Ron, shouted softly.

"Come here, I am your master~"

"Come here, come here, Mimi~"

"Brin, I'm here."

"Cat, Bollinger, come here~"

"Brin, come and play with little Cody~"

In addition to Feilin, there was also a middle-aged woman holding a little boy who called out Ron's name at the moment—she had just lined up behind Feilin and saw the name on Ron's collar.

However, although Ron's name cannot be called, the other two also have their own secret skills.

Ron raised his head, sniffed slightly, then narrowed his eyes slightly.

cod, cat grass~
What came from the high school student's hands was the smell of cod, with the smell of deep frying, and a little bit of salad dressing. It was obviously the Golden Arch set meal just eaten, and it was applied randomly at this moment.

Compared with high school students, the skinny middle-aged Chinese must be more deliberate, because what comes from his hands is the smell of cat grass - ordinary cats can't resist the smell of cat grass, and they will immediately rub close to it when they smell it.

And in his eyes, Ron didn't see the slightest love, only the naked desire for money.

As for the last pair of mother and son, it should be the sudden desire after the little boy showed his love for Ron just now.

So, the emerald green eyes rolled, and Ron started to walk forward.

"Brin, come here~"

"Brin, come, come, I brought you something delicious~"

"Cat, Bollinger, little Cody is here~"

Seeing Ron's movement, except for Ferlin who didn't show any expression, the other three showed joyful expressions, and called more softly and quickly - because Ron was moving in the direction of the three of them at the moment.

Especially the skinny middle-aged Chinese, he put his hand back into his pocket, and when he stuck it out again, the smell of cat grass became stronger.

Ron could see a tiny stalk of cat grass writhing between his fingers, so he raised his nose slightly, took a few steps towards the middle-aged woman and the high school student respectively, then backed away, and then turned to his direction close.

"Hehehe, this cat is well-raised and of a good breed. It's a big fortune this time."

"Sure enough, no cat can resist the smell of cat grass~"

Xiao Shan was the name of the skinny, middle-aged Chinese-American, a second-generation Chinese-American who was born in Chinatown without much education and made a living out of petty theft in his youth.

However, when he was approaching middle age, he discovered a coup to make a fortune: using cat grass to lure and sell cats.

The common cats he abducted were usually sold to restaurants in Chinatown, but good cats like Ron would be sent to pet shops, and after they were sold, they would share [-]/[-] with the pet shop owner.

At this moment, seeing Ron slowly approaching, Xiao Shan couldn't help but feel a little complacent, after all, another sum of money was about to fly into his pocket.

But just when Ron's twitching nose was only five or six centimeters away from his palm, and even Xiao Shan was about to reach out to hug Ron, Ron suddenly retreated, let go of his hand, and walked towards Feilin's position.

This made the little pride in Xiao Shan's eyes disappear, and it became a little cold.

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