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At this time, something unexpected happened. The spicy soup of the Minister of Personnel was so fragrant and tempting that it attracted hundreds of dogs of all kinds, including golden retrievers, Pekingese, Tibetan mastiffs, Samoyeds, Pomeranians, Huskies, Labradors, poodles, Shiba Inus, border collies, German shepherds, Shetland sheepdogs, Dobermans, Rottweilers, pugs, bulldogs, Bichon Frise, Schnauzers, Corgis, Maltese dogs, Chihuahuas, fawn dogs, French bulldogs, English bulldogs, Chow Chows, silver foxes, Akita dogs, Afghan hounds, Scottish shepherds, and Yorkshire terriers.

They should come from all corners of the world, with different shapes and sizes, but at this moment they are all attracted by the charming aroma, with only the pot of spicy soup in their eyes. They are like being cast a spell, chasing after the Minister of Personnel madly.

At first, the Minister of Personnel did not notice anything unusual behind him, and was still immersed in the deliciousness of the spicy soup. But as the noise of the dogs running became louder and louder, he finally realized that something was wrong. He turned his head and was horrified to find that there was a large group of dogs following him. The scene was as turbulent as the tide. The dogs were panting, sticking out their tongues, and their eyes were shining with greed. They followed him closely and chased him relentlessly.

The Minister of Personnel panicked and ran faster, trying to shake off the crazy dogs. His heartbeat soared and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. He looked back as he ran, and saw the dogs approaching him, feeling terrified and helpless. He didn't know what to do, so he could only run as fast as he could and drink the spicy soup as hard as he could, as if he could find a sense of security this way.

The dogs would not give up easily. They followed closely behind the Minister of Personnel, refusing to slack off. They barked as they ran, and the sound echoed in the air, making the whole scene even more chaotic and tense. Some puppies ran slower, but they still worked hard and tried to keep up with the pace of the large group. The larger dogs, relying on their physical strength, kept closing the distance with the Minister of Personnel.

As time went by, the Minister of Personnel gradually felt exhausted. His breathing became rapid and his steps became heavier. But he did not dare to stop, because if he stopped, he would be instantly overwhelmed by the dogs. He gritted his teeth and continued to run forward desperately, praying in his heart that he could get rid of the dogs as soon as possible. However, the dogs seemed to sense his fatigue, and they became more excited and crazy, speeding up their pursuit.

In this chaotic situation, the people around were stunned. They looked at the embarrassed appearance of the Minister of Personnel being chased by the dogs. Some of them couldn't help laughing, while others showed sympathy. But no one dared to step forward to help the Minister of Personnel because they were afraid of being accidentally injured by the dogs. The whole street was filled with noisy sounds, including the barking of dogs, the laughter of people, and the panting and cries for help of the Minister of Personnel.

The Minister of Personnel was almost in despair at this time. He didn't know how long he could hold on. Various terrible scenes kept flashing in his mind. He was worried that he would be bitten by the dogs, or even worse. Just when he was about to give up, he suddenly saw a tall shelf in front of him. He rushed towards the shelf with all his strength as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw.

When he finally ran under the shelf, he climbed up without hesitation. The dogs also chased him under the shelf, but they could not climb the shelf, so they could only circle around the shelf and make unwilling noises. The Minister of Personnel sat on the shelf, gasping for breath. He looked at the crazy dogs below, and his heart was filled with emotion for surviving a disaster.

After a while, the dogs seemed to realize that they could not get the spicy soup, so they gradually dispersed. The Minister of Personnel finally breathed a sigh of relief. He slowly climbed down from the shelf, looked at the empty bowl and the soaked court clothes, and shook his head helplessly. He knew that his image today was completely ruined.

After this incident, the Minister of Personnel became a laughing stock. Everyone was talking about his miserable appearance when being chased by a pack of dogs, and he could only accept this fact helplessly. He realized that when enjoying delicious food, he should also pay attention to the occasion and image, otherwise he would make a big joke like today. From then on, the Minister of Personnel would be extra careful when eating in public, and would never dare to be as unscrupulous as this time. And this interesting experience has also become a topic of conversation after dinner, allowing people to spend a lot of time in laughter.

The Minister of Justice was relatively normal. You see, he held a fried dough stick tightly in one hand, which was still emitting bursts of heat and tempting fragrance, and the other hand was holding a cup of soy milk steadily. He first took a bite of the fried dough stick, chewed it carefully, and felt the crispness and oily fragrance of the fried dough stick spreading in his mouth. Then, he picked up the soy milk and took a sip gently, letting the sweet soy milk moisten his throat and blend perfectly with the taste of the fried dough stick. Then, he ran a few steps vigorously, as if he wanted to quickly convert the energy he just took in into power. After running these steps, he would repeat the previous action, take another bite of the fried dough stick, drink a sip of soy milk, and then run a few steps again, and repeat this cycle. His face was filled with satisfaction, as if he was completely immersed in this unique enjoyment. Although he was running, he did not lose his rhythm at all, and every movement seemed so natural and coordinated. His hair fluttered slightly as he ran, and his clothes swayed gently in the wind, but he ignored all of this and only focused on the fried dough sticks and soy milk in his hands, as well as the repetitive movements. People around him looked at him like this, some found it funny and burst into laughter, while others cast curious glances, but the Minister of Justice had no intention of paying attention to other people's reactions. He was like being in his own little world, enjoying this simple and happy moment to the fullest. His steps and mouth did not stop, and he was so busy that he was having a great time, as if at this moment, the whole world only had him and the fried dough sticks and soy milk in his hands.

The Minister of Industry made a very unusual noise today. He was holding the three-three-de-nine baskets of steamed dumplings tightly, as if he were holding some rare treasure. He ran forward with hurried steps, and couldn't wait to grab the steamed dumplings from the basket and stuff them into his mouth.

The steamed buns looked like small dumplings, exuding an alluring aroma. The Minister of Industry didn't care about his image at all, and stuffed the steamed buns directly into his mouth, his cheeks bulging, just like a greedy hamster. However, because he ran too fast, two steamed buns didn't have time to be stuffed into his mouth, and fell directly at his feet, becoming "ghosts under his feet". But the Minister of Industry didn't care about these things, he was completely immersed in the deliciousness of the steamed buns, and didn't care at all, just stuffed the steamed buns into his mouth desperately.