Meow Ba

Chapter 22 Fly in the ointment
"Hey guy!"

"Come down, don't stand on the table."

Robert is also a cat lover and has a master at home, so he was not bored seeing Ron standing on the dining table, but called softly, trying to get Ron to get off the dining table.

Ron didn't move, just turned his head towards the food shopping aisle, his pink nose twitched slightly, so Robert laughed - he understood what Ron meant.

"Ha, man!"

"The nose is really good, today is my specialty!"

"However, human food is not for you."

Robert stepped forward and tried to lift Ron off the dining table. Dinner was about to start in [-] minutes, but the police who came to eat could not see a fat cat on the dining table. This would affect the image of the restaurant.

Of course, Ron would not be hugged by a stranger he didn't know. He jumped casually, but his chubby body was as sensitive as a spring. He had already jumped to other dining tables, and turned his head to look at Robert provocatively.

"Meow~"

Will you give me something to eat?
If you don't give it to me, stay here and don't leave!

"Mimi, good boy, come down!"

I don't know why, people in most areas like to call cats with Mimi, maybe because it is similar to the sound of a cat.

Calling in his mouth, Robert drove a few steps, trying to catch Ron—many cats would stop when they heard Mimi calling, and carefully observe whether it was their own kind calling, but before Robert approached, Ron had already Jumped to other tables.

After doing this several times in a row, Robert's tired body finally overworked and gasped.

"Huh, you won!"

With his hands on his hips, Robert panted and looked at the time, and finally gave up the idea of ​​arresting Ron.

He went to the kitchen and took out a small stainless steel plate that was not commonly used, cleaned it, took a small piece of stewed beef from the stew pot, thought for a while, and scooped out a small spoonful of mashed potatoes from the prepared side dishes , put a small broccoli flower and a fried meatball, and then put a hemisphere of ice cream and a few small tomatoes in the other square of the stainless steel dinner plate.

After Robert's skillful placement, even the stainless steel dinner plate suddenly has the feeling of a high-end restaurant: the brown beef stew is poured with soup mixed with onions and mushrooms, which contrasts with the pure yellowish mashed potatoes next to it. Coupled with emerald green broccoli and browned fried meatballs, it quite arouses people's appetite.

Looking at his handicraft, Robert nodded in satisfaction, and then took the stainless steel dinner plate out of the kitchen and waved it in front of Ron.

"Hey guy!"

"It's time to come down now, the feast is ready!"

Robert didn't realize that, unlike the cats at home, he was now communicating with Ron on an equal footing.

And Ron also saw the delicacies on the stainless steel plate in Robert's hand, so he jumped from the dining table to the connected dining chairs and nodded to Robert.

"I'm afraid of you!"

"Give it to you!"

Robert originally thought of putting the dinner plate in the corner of the restaurant so that Ron could eat in a place where others could not see, but Ron obviously didn't think so.

With a wry smile, Robert put the dinner plate in front of Ron, and then returned to the kitchen—the time was running out, he had to take the mashed potatoes out of the heat-retaining oven, and at the same time put the side dishes in the right place, so that Lunch can be served to the officers as quickly as possible.

Although this will make Robert unable to put on a beautiful pose, and the taste of the food will also deteriorate, but the police restaurant is like this-sighing somewhat regretfully, Robert hastened the work at hand.

"..."

In the dining room chair, Ron is engrossed in beef stew and mashed potatoes - the hot beef stew is much better than the cold sandwich in the morning, the beef is very tender, the mashed potatoes are soft, meatballs and blueberries The flowers were cooked just right, but Ron always felt that something was missing.

After eating more than half of it, Ron raised his head from the dinner plate, jumped off the chair, and quietly walked towards the kitchen—Robert was concentrating on his work, and didn't notice that Ron stood up quietly, and moved the sliding door with his front paws.

What's missing?

While eating just now, Ron kept thinking.

As a foodie, Ron likes to taste delicious food. Aunt Susan also made this stewed beef and mashed potatoes at home. Although it is not as delicious as Robert's, it makes all the flavors more harmonious.

What is missing?

The kitchen was very clean, not even the floor was greasy, which completely overturned Ron's impression of restaurant kitchens in the past. He cocked his tail to inspect the kitchen,

Beef, broccoli, croquettes, mashed potatoes, mushrooms, onions...

Ron's eyes flicked over many ingredients, and finally landed on a bag of white powder—by the way, it was missing!
Quietly coming to Robert's feet, Ron squatted up and pushed Robert's calf with his fur claws, letting Robert, who was immersed in work, get down.

"Hey, this is the kitchen, you can't come in!"

"Get out! Get out!"

The kitchen is the chef's position. Except for the chef, other people and animals are not allowed to enter - seeing Ron who did not know when he appeared, Robert immediately put down his work and wanted to drive Ron out.

But Ron was unmoved. Not only did he not go out, but he jumped onto the kitchen counter—a neat row of small plum blossoms immediately appeared on the stainless steel kitchen counter.

"You bastard fat cat!"

"Come and make trouble for me when you're full, right? Get out of here!"

A roaring sound rushed out of Robert's mouth, he waved the scepter in his hand, his white face turned red, stomped his feet, he rushed to Ron quickly, and swung the spoon to force Ron into the kitchen tower.

Unfortunately, the flexibility of humans cannot be compared with that of cats.

Tilting his head slightly, Ron's stature was short, and he ran across the kitchen counter like a stream of water, appearing in front of the bag of white powder he was looking at, and then pushed the white powder down with his claws, and the white powder poured down impartially. Pour into the slow-cooking pot of beef tendon.

"No!"

The spoon in Robert's hand slipped down, his hands desperately grabbed his hair, and let out a desperate cry.

In 3 minutes, the dining bell of the police station will ring, but at this time, my morning hard work is messed up by a fat orange cat!
"Meow~"

What is it called?

This is for you!
Taking a sidelong glance at the desperate Robert, Ron suddenly jumped off the kitchen counter and walked out of the kitchen.

Robert could no longer care about driving Ron away, he quickly walked to the stew pot, wanting to see if there was any way to save it.

But when he picked up the dumped white powder, cleaned the spoon, and put a mouthful of soup from the stew pot into his mouth, he suddenly froze.

Looking from the dining aisle, the chubby Ron was swaying his buttocks, and was leisurely walking out of the restaurant door, disappearing into the sunlight.

(End of this chapter)