Food Intelligence King

Chapter 28: The Plan to Arrest the Bad Cat

After returning from the vegetable market, Chen Zhou took another stroll through the flower, bird, fish and insect market.

A small bag of cat food and a food bowl were prepared for the cat diner.

Chen Zhou himself didn't have any particular thoughts about it, just treating it as an interesting foodie. After all, many people came and went from his stall every day.

But when my daughter was changing her clothes in the morning and trying to button them herself,
Suddenly, he said something to Chen Zhou—

"The bad cat has no parents to teach it, it's so pitiful."

The old man was so touched when he heard it that his heart almost melted.

So Chen Zhou thought that if he encountered a bad cat again tonight, he would have to ask it if it was willing to accept family education.

And the cat-eater, just as the intelligence had indicated, once again visited the steamed bun stall in the evening.

Chen Taotao had already arrived at the steamed bun stall and was waiting.

I counted out each piece of cat food and placed it in the small food bowl.

Seeing the naughty cat appear, the little girl waved to it:

"Bad cat, come here and eat."

Chen Taotao placed the rice bowl on the roadside, then moved it to Chen Zhou's side.

Ms. Lin must have researched cat care during the day, as she said to Chen Zhou:

"I've checked. Cats don't secrete amylase in their saliva, so it's possible they don't like eating the bun skin."

Between an old married couple, tacit understanding needs no words.

If your daughter wants to raise it, then let her.

"If you're in the food service business, you should minimize contact with animals. At home, you should keep the kitchen door closed."

It's fine to cook at home; even a cat can lie on the stove. But if you're in the food service industry, there are many things you need to be careful about.

Chen Zhou nodded, agreeing with his wife's statement.

If you really want to keep a cat, you'll need to get it checked out, dewormed, and vaccinated.

Just then, several shouts of "Kitty" came from not far away.

The cat diners stopped eating and looked in that direction.

The Chen family of three also turned their attention to the source of the voice. Lin Yifan casually asked, "Who is this? Could it be the cat's owner?"

Chen Zhou actually knew this guy.

"Tony from the barbershop. I don't remember him having a cat."

Chen Zhou got a membership card there; he's a VIP member.

It's conservatively estimated that one-third of the men in the neighborhood get their hair cut by him, because they understand what "just a little trimming" means.

However, Chen Zhou never saw a cat in his shop when he went there every month.

The other party, of course, also recognized their regular customers.

Tony ignored the cat and greeted Chen Zhou: "Hey bro, you're selling steamed buns here?"

Chen Zhou replied with a smile, "Yeah, that's why I switched to setting up a stall."

Then he invited the other person to try a steamed bun.

Tony waved his hand and declined: "There weren't many people in the store just now. I've already eaten. I'll buy from you next time."

So Chen Zhou started chatting with the cat-themed customer:
Is this cat named Kitty?

Tony nodded: "I just called it that randomly at first, but it gradually became what it is now."

Even a cat that goes into a barbershop needs an English name.

Chen Zhou thought to himself, "No wonder it reacts when I call it Kitty. Even if it's mixed-race, it shouldn't be able to understand foreign languages."

He continued, asking the other person, "Is this cat yours? I thought it was a stray."

Tony the hairdresser turned around and pointed to a row of shops across the street:
"In winter, it goes wherever it's warm, and in summer, it goes wherever the air conditioning is on. I've never seen it stay at anyone's place permanently; people just feed it when they see it."

"Look, I had some leftover rice, and I was going to give it to it."

System notification: [Information confirmed!]

Chen Zhou said, "My daughter really likes this cat and wants to take it home to raise." "Of course," Tony smiled, "Kitty has a good personality and doesn't scratch people. You can take it home so it won't have to live a life of hardship every day."

He then gave Lin Yifan a brief greeting.

The focus was mainly on Ms. Lin's hairstyle.

Tony started promoting his business:

"Sister-in-law, your hair is so beautiful. It would look great if you dyed it. We only charge 298 for dyeing and perming at our shop. You can get a discount if you use my membership."

Ms. Lin has a small social circle with her colleagues, and she usually goes to other shops to get her hair cut together with them.

Faced with Tony's invitation, he could only smile and reply:

"Definitely next time."

At this moment, Tao Tao walked over and looked at Chen Zhou's food cart:
"Dad, I think the bad cat still prefers to eat meat."

Leading by example is the best way to educate children, so Chen Zhou doesn't plan to waste food this time.

He broke open a meat bun, took out the meat filling, put it in a separate bag, and handed it to Tao Tao.
"Here, be careful."

"Ok!"

The daughter took the minced meat and tiptoed into the rice bowl.

This time, the cat didn't just grab it and run away; it even meowed twice.
When Chen Zhou turned around, he found that Tony had already set his sights on the leftover dumpling skin.

The other party also seemed to value food quite a bit.
He said to Chen Zhou:
"Brother, it's such a waste to throw away these bun wrappers."

Just like a cat that goes to a barbershop and wants to be given an English name, a person who has finished eating might want to try another steamed bun when passing by a steamed bun stall.

Chen Zhou generously handed him a whole steamed bun:

"Let's have one with filling!"

Tony smiled sheepishly, "I just ate, why do I want steamed buns again? I'll take them home and eat them later."

Lin Yifan pointed to the condiment box, reminding him that he could help himself to the vinegar and chili oil.

Tony picked up a small bag of vinegar. "Thanks, sister-in-law. Remember to come to my place for a haircut next time!"

Then I scanned the QR code to pay and prepared to go back to my barbershop.

He took two steps and saw a cat eating minced meat in front of him.

Under the streetlights, the oil on the minced meat glistened, the small, marbled pieces of fat and lean meat clustered together, and a few sprigs of scallions were sprinkled on top.

"You seem to be enjoying your food."

Tony swallowed hard, following the cat's movements.

He didn't go far; he opened the bag by the roadside and started eating.

From behind, Chen Zhou could only see his back as he worked diligently.

Judging from his appearance, he doesn't look like he just ate.

It looks like they've been starving for three days.
Tony didn't forget to give a positive review on the spot, turning back to the car and saying, "Dude, your skills are really good."

Chen Zhou smiled and said:

"Of course, they're all freshly made, and they use fresh meat filling, so they're bound to taste great."

Tony nodded: "You can tell by the taste!"

He seemed to hesitate for a moment, but finally said to Chen Zhou, "Look at that breakfast stall across the street, their steamed buns aren't good."

There are also restaurants near the community that sell breakfast.

This was also why Chen Zhou chose the evening time slot, to avoid direct competition from similar products.

However, Chen Zhou couldn't say too much about Tony's comparisons and criticisms:

"I remember he sold a wide variety of breakfast items, including steamed buns, pies, mutton soup, and everything else."

Tony whispered, "He owns this shop, he doesn't have to pay rent, he can do whatever he wants."

It seems this row of shops has its own little circle. Chen Zhou smiled and said goodbye to Tony, "Okay, take your time. Come over if you want some steamed buns."

(End of this chapter)