Animal Dining Center

This morning, someone sent a pennant to the restaurant, which said "cooking is better than others, come to give a thumbs up to the handsome guy." ——To Russell, the chef of XX restaurant, thank you for finding my little dog."

Russell accepted it very low-key, but because of this incident, the chef treated him a little bit badly.

During lunch, the chef took a cup of Fanta and went to the lounge. Russell saw it when he went to the pet shop next door to pick up the cat he picked up in the morning.

Before the lunch break, the chef's white uniform on the lounge table had a yellow mark.

Next to the bubble mark, there are a few marks that don't quite look like plum blossoms.

"Where did this come from!"

The chef yelled, his eyes widened with anger. If he had hair, he could be described as furious.

In the corner, everyone was staring at Russell, who was petting the cat. He was sitting on a plastic stool, with a blue shorthair squatting on his knees, and his round, fat face drooped cutely.

Russell, who was obsessed with stroking cats, looked up. He stared at the yellow marks on plum blossom petals that seemed right and wrong, feeling a little puzzled.

His cat was hugged by it at noon, so it was impossible to make trouble.

But he remembered the Fanta that the chef had brought with him at noon when he slipped into the lounge while everyone was eating.

But the chef's appearance was too scary, Russell immediately used two palms to try to cover the innocent kitten.

But his slender fingers could block the chubby Yingshou, instead, with a paw, he pressed Russell's hand down, bravely waiting for Chef Black Eye and Orange Eye.

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The excitement between Russell and the chef attracted the boss, it should be the waiter who tipped off the news.

He walked in, saw the urine-stained clothes, and saw the blue cat in Russell's hand.

"Send the cat away, no one brings a cat to work."

The boss blamed softly, mostly to save face for the chef, but at this time the chef was still fanning the flames.

"I kept the cat in the pet shop next door, and it never left when I brought it in. It couldn't be it."

"Boss, he pissed on my uniform when he won a pennant today. Another day, the customers praised him for his good craftsmanship. Why don't you take all of me?"

The chef folded his hands on his chest, raised his nose and raised his eyes. The boss looked at Russell in embarrassment.

"Apologize? Is it over?"

"Not only do you have to apologize, but you also have to wash my clothes!"

The chef yelled incessantly, pointing at the clothes on the table and yelling at Russell, who hugged the cat with indifference and disdain.

Communicating with the bald head lowers his level.

He told the boss that there was him but not me.

But the bald head was a relative of the boss, and the boss was embarrassed, so Russell left.

Although the boss tried his best to persuade him to stay, and even said that instead of asking him to apologize, he would give him a salary increase, because during the period when Russell came to the restaurant, he created several new dishes that received rave reviews. I am afraid that there will be a certain loss to the development of the restaurant.

Russell has long been displeased with bald heads, always calling around to the helpers, always bossing around people based on his seniority.

Looking down at Ying Short in his arms, it looked up at him with its round and big face, a little helpless and inexplicably satisfied.

The English short is that when he was at work today, he saw a few children poking it with sticks, so he took it to the restaurant.

But forget it, there are too many restaurants for him, and this one is missing?

On the way, Russell went to the pet store to buy some cat food, and when he got home, his parents went to work.

He fed the cat, gave it a clean bath, climbed onto the bed, took out his computer, and was going to ask the cat groups if anyone had lost a cat.

After typing the post, Russell browsed the online jobs and planned to go for an interview tomorrow.

After writing and listing, he closed the computer and felt sleepy.

At this time, the cat came up and rubbed his palm with its back. Russell smiled knowingly, and lay down to rub his back.

"Meow-"

Russell's massage made the cat make a comfortable cry. He smiled and continued to give it a hard time, until the cat slowly lay down and fell asleep, and then gently let go of his hands and hugged himself Also fell asleep.

There was a white light in his eyes.

Russell opened his eyes and found himself in a wooden house.

Probably a dream.

He looked around, the layout was very simple, a bit like a small restaurant.

The size is about [-] square meters, and it is square. There are six sets of tables and chairs inside. The tables are small wooden piles with rings of trees on them, and the stools are stones.

There is also a log bar. Opposite the bar is the gate. The weather outside is good, and you can see the paved pebble path and the bright flowers and plants on the roadside.

Behind the bar, in addition to the wine cabinet and a large refrigerator, there is also a door leading to the kitchen. The door is curtained with an old straw mat, and Russell can't see what's inside.

"Testing begins."

A voice told, a very gentle voice, Russell was stunned, a little confused.

test?what to test

Russell was wondering, when he heard rustling at the door, he stood up, and saw a little hamster swaggering in.

This little hamster has sandy-brown fur, and its cheeks are bulging because it is too fat. Although its calves are short, it moves quite fast, looking around while climbing its black eyeballs.

It was not afraid when it saw Russell, but slipped away and crawled under the bar.

It probably wanted to climb up, and stretched out the short legs in front of it to stand up and try to climb, but the little paws tried hard to grab a few times, but they couldn't bear their fat body. It still fell off.

Russell saw its purpose, reached out and grabbed it, trying to send it up, but it angered the little hamster.

"Hey! Human! What are you doing!"

The hamster shouted angrily, with a soft and cute voice like a child.

Russell was stunned, this little guy could actually talk, it was simply too cute.

He laughed, but the little hamster struggled non-stop. Russell was about to put it on the bar, but the little hamster couldn't break free. When he got excited, he bit down on his hand.

The long front teeth pierced into Russell's tiger's mouth. Russell frowned in pain, afraid of scaring the little hamster, he covered his mouth that almost screamed.

The little hamster who was let go found himself standing at the bar as he wished, feeling guilty.

It stood up, not daring to look at Russell, the two small paws in front were grasping each other, like a child who has made a mistake.

"You can't touch people casually."

The little hamster said quietly, Russell smiled indifferently.

"Well, I won't do that next time."

Russell admitted his mistake, and the little hamster immediately corrected him.

"You can do this, but you have to ask my opinion."

Only then did it look at Russell, facing its dark eyes and soft fluffy hair, Russell couldn't control it.

"Then can I touch you?"

Russell asked politely, and the hamster looked at him seriously for a while, pouted.

"I like being touched on the head."

It said embarrassedly, Russell smiled, stretched out his fingers, and rubbed its head.

"Where is this?"

Russell asked, and the hamster didn't even think about it.

"The restaurant."

"How can you talk?"

"Why can't I speak? I'm not dumb."

The hamster glanced at him unhappily, and shook off his hand. Russell thought, if speaking is instinctive, this suspicion is indeed a bit offensive.

It's just a dream, why should I be real.

"Since this is a restaurant, where is the boss?"

Russell asked again, wanting to get close to the little hamster, but unexpectedly the little hamster looked surprised.

"Aren't you the boss here?"

"I don't know, I just came here."

"But don't you have the boss' sign on your chest?"

The little hamster pointed at his left chest, and Russell lowered his head in surprise. Sure enough, a small sign with the words "Restaurant Owner" was hung on his clothes at some point.

"I want baked oatmeal with cheese."

The little hamster said that it didn't know when it ran behind the bar and was looking at a menu it didn't know where it got.

Russell doesn't think he is the boss, but this is a dream, so why should it be true?

"Then wait a minute, I'll go to the kitchen and have a look."

Russell smiled. He was a chef, so it's no problem to cook a small dish. After speaking, he lifted the curtain and walked to the kitchen. After entering, he could still hear the threat of a baby hamster.

"Hurry up, or I'll be bored for too long, and I'll gnaw on your cabinet."

Russell went into the kitchen, which was small and had a door at the back that opened onto the yard.

There were sweet birdsongs in the yard, but Russell was in no mood to pay attention.

He was preoccupied with feeding the little hamsters, so he was familiarizing himself with the kitchen.

The kitchen is only about ten square meters.

Entering the door is a large pounding platform, on which there are two pools, with some knives, wall breaking machines, cutting boards, some vegetable pots, vegetable boxes and some seasonings.

The pounding platform is hollowed out, and there are two floors below. Except for the water pipes in the pool, there are shelves on the upper and lower floors. There are many large square storage baskets on the shelves, which contain onions, garlic, Ginger, Chinese cabbage and many other vegetables, as well as dry goods such as mushrooms and kelp.

Half a meter away from the table, there is a log long table stove under the window of the yard, on which there is a single-burner gas stove, and beside the gas are an oven with peeled off paint and a microwave oven.

A row of cabinets and a freezer are placed against the wall on the left side of the stove. One side is a locker and the other side is a cupboard.

Russell went over to take a look. There were quite a lot of tableware in the cupboard, but there was very little food in the locker.

But there happened to be oatmeal and cheese, and Russell took them out.

Pour the oatmeal into a bowl, add a little boiling water, put it in the microwave for 1 minute, spread the cheese on it, and put it in the oven.

The oven needs to be baked for about ten minutes. Russell was afraid that the little hamster would be bored and wanted to find some snacks for it. He happened to look out the window and saw carrots growing in the vegetable garden outside.

Russell went out, pulled out one, washed it, cut it into small pieces of little star biscuit shapes, put it on a plate, and took it out.

The stool was out of reach, and when Russell passed by, the little hamster had already sat on the table.

"You pad your belly first."

Russell put the plate in front of the little hamster. The plate was bigger than its body. The little hamster looked at the carrot biscuits, which were in the shape of stars, pouted.

"I don't like the stars, I like the moon."

It looked at Russell with round black eyes, and declared earnestly, Russell smiled softly.

"Okay, there's one more thing I'll make into a moon for you."

Russell said and went to take away the plate, but the little hamster's two small hands rested on it.

Small blocking force, but Russell stopped immediately.

"What's up?"

"Can I pack these star cookies? My mom loves stars."

"Okay."

"It's not worth the money, is it?"

"Not counting."

"That's all right, thank you, you are very kind."

The little hamster raised his hand happily and showed two long front teeth when he smiled. Russell thought it was very cute.

"Can I touch you?"

Russell asked politely, and the little hamster immediately nodded vigorously.

"Okay, you don't need to ask me if you touch me in the future, I like you."

"Well, thank you."

Russell stretched out his fingers and rubbed its head again. At this moment, the oven in the kitchen dinged, and he got up to leave.

Russell used the remaining carrots to cut a moon shape, put them on a plate, put them in a nice shape, picked up the baked oatmeal with cheese, and walked out of the kitchen.

But the little hamster disappeared as soon as he came out. He looked around the room wonderingly, but he still didn't see it, but he didn't take away the star biscuits he said he would pack just now on the table?

Russell thought, something will happen to it, right?Did something come in and eat the little hamster?

Thinking of this, Russell ran outside the door, wanting to see if there were any traces of other animals, but as soon as he went out, he saw the little hamster running over in a hurry.

Russell squatted down to see that it was sweating profusely, holding a few blades of grass in its hand.

"I just bit you, I'm sorry."

The little hamster ran up to him and said guiltily, seeing how cute it was, Russell felt warm in his heart.

"It's nothing, just a small injury."

He comforted the little hamster, stretched out his finger and gently touched its head, but the little hamster shook his head, and saw that it stuffed the leaf into its mouth, chewed it, and then grabbed the hand on top of its head and pulled it down , Gently rubbed the herbal medicine on Russell's wound.

Russell accompanied the little hamster to eat, but its appetite was too small, it couldn't eat half of it, and then told Russell to pack everything.

Russell found a small packing box under the bar, helped the little hamster pack the remaining cheese-baked oatmeal and carrot biscuits, and gave it to him.

"Thank you, I will bring my friends over to eat next time!"

The little hamster put the packing bag on its back and told Russell that Russell wanted to help seeing it struggling.

"Shall I take you back? These things are too heavy."

"No, I'm coming by car, bye!"

Turning his head to say goodbye, Russell was surprised that it was still driving, and ran to the door curiously, and saw it push out a small wind-up wheel from the grass by the side of the path.

The small runner consists of two rings, the outer one is movable, and it should have small balls inside like the bearing.

The circle inside is fixed, there is a steering wheel, there are also guardrails and seats, the color of the log is very cute, and the clockwork is also inside.

The little hamster sat in it, put the things in the back, fastened them together with the seat belts, waved to Russell, and pulled out the clockwork, and the "car" rolled away at a fairly fast speed.

The little hamster left, Russell watched all this with satisfaction, and suddenly the voice in his mind rang again.

"Test passed."

I feel strange, but who made this a dream?The little hamster can drive and talk, why can't he have a voice in his head.

But the little hamster is so cute, if he really lived here, it would be nice to have a small restaurant.

Russell walked back while thinking, and suddenly found something similar to a banknote on the table.

It says 30, which is green, a bit like 50 RMB, but the front and back patterns on it are indeed a small hamster and a big forest.

"Animal Bank."

It said, Russell smiled, it was really fun, so he kicked it in his pocket.

But just after he put the money in his pocket, the bar clicked again, and a red 100 yuan coin was placed on it.

"Praise rewards can be used to buy goods."

The voice in his head rang again, and then Russell found an extra black message board on one of the walls of the restaurant.

There is a message written in a yellow pen on it, "The boss is so gentle and handsome! The food is delicious! I will definitely not regret it! —Little hamster da da."

Russell woke up, unusually satisfied and at ease.

But his arm was empty, and Ying Duan disappeared at some point, but he was holding 30 yuan in his hand.

The brand-new money, the amount echoes "in the dream", but it always feels weird.

Could it be that Yingduan stayed behind in return for him?It must have been taken from his house. There is some small money in the coin box at the door of their house. When you go out to buy vegetables or do whatever you need, you can take it directly in it.

It seems that the blue cat is quite smart.

I climbed out of bed to look for Ying Short, but found nothing after searching around the house. I opened the door and went out. Dad had already left work and was busy in the kitchen.

"Dad, did you see a cat?"

"No? What cat?"

Dad looked innocent, Russell didn't ask any more questions, and searched outside again, but couldn't find it.

Maybe it's gone, Russell concluded, and then took the 30 yuan to Xuanhuan, intending to put it in the coin box.

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