Fox Has No Malicious Intent

"Your cousin is married now, you better watch out, there aren't many of us left unmarried in the family."

Eating and chatting about Chen Tianyun's gossip, Chen Peipei looked at Ah Qing and laughed, telling her to be careful.

Among the peers at home, all the cousins have already gotten married. Now the number of unmarried people in the family can be counted on one hand.

Of course.

Because Grandpa is still around, there might not be that much lecturing during meals, but the younger generation who aren't married are inevitably criticized.

"Uh huh...."

Ah Qing was nibbling on a crab claw, then looked up at her mom and blinked. Suddenly, her eyebrows curved, as if she thought of something funny:

"I'm not scared!"

"By that time, when I see Grandpa, I'll just pull out a sweet potato and hand it to him, then dive under the table."

As soon as Ah Qing said this, Yu Zhenghong, who was originally watching the drama while eating, shuddered all over, while Chen Peipei glared at Ah Qing and said, "Go ahead if you dare, see if I don't spank your butt when we get home!"

"Hehe...." Ah Qing chuckled awkwardly.

Ah Qing's grandfather hated two things in his life, one of which was eating sweet potatoes.

Anyone who brought out a sweet potato in front of him would make Ah Qing's grandfather turn red immediately.

Even Ah Qing couldn't escape getting kicked along with her shadow.

"What's wrong with sweet potatoes?" Ansheng asked, puzzled, looking at the winking Ah Qing.

A specialty of Xia Dong's late-night snacks includes shrimp, semi-fried fish, and a bowl of sweet potato porridge.

Sweet potato porridge should count as a specialty, right?

"It's a long story, Grandpa had almost nothing to eat when he was young, just gnawing on tree roots and leaves, later he mainly ate sweet potatoes....."

"Before the war, he ate steamed sweet potatoes, and when he returned after the war, it was two pounds of sweet potatoes per half kilogram of rice."

Ah Qing scratched her head, explaining to the little fox why Grandpa hated sweet potatoes so much.

When he was young, there was no food, and later, all there was to eat were sweet potatoes.

Back then, the conditions in Xia Dong were not like now, there wasn't much wild game to talk about, all the trees were cut down, even tea trees weren't preserved, because they grew illegal crops.

Farmers who didn't plant them would be shot.

Having sweet potatoes to eat was already pretty good, but still, Ah Qing's grandpa ate them from childhood to adulthood until they made him sick.

Just seeing a sweet potato made him nauseous and want to throw up, and grandpa's second most hated thing in life is wasting food.

Sweet potato → want to throw up → waste food → turn red, forming a perfect logic loop.

At Ah Qing's grandpa's house, there can't be any sweet potatoes, not even things that look like sweet potatoes.

Otherwise, Grandpa would completely turn red, with his iron fists, he'd deal with relatives and friends indiscriminately.

"...6." Hearing what Ah Qing said, Ansheng couldn't help but type a '6': "Grandpa's really fit, huh!"

"Mom, I'm full....."

"I'm going out with Xiaolan to hang out with cousin for a while." After she was full, Ah Qing wiped the little fox's mouth, greeted her parents, and was ready to go out.

Now, in Gulou District, Ah Qing had arranged to meet her cousin at the cat cafe that Uncle Yang recommended.

She had heard Chen Nian say her cat worked at the popular cat cafe in Drum Tower.

"Hmm? Is this really a cat cafe?"

With the little fox, Ah Qing found the cat cafe using the navigation map from Music Note merchants, and was stunned by the sign.

[Cat Cat Restaurant (Props Shop)]

(Note: The restaurant's food are all model props, 100% not complying with food safety standards, do not consume, children under ten should watch accompanied by parents.)

The cat cafe sign said Cat Cat Restaurant, but underneath the sign was a red banner with yellow letters, as if indicating some accident had happened here before.

"What's a props shop?" Ah Qing asked the little fox, puzzled.

"I don't know....." Ansheng shook his head, also curious as he looked at the Cat Cat Restaurant in front of him.

Cat Cat Restaurant is part of the Homeless House enterprise, previously Chen Nian and Ah Bai had mentioned it in passing, so Ansheng originally thought it was just a normal cat cafe and didn't pay much attention.

But..... Seeing this sign and banner made Ansheng immediately realize that the Cat Cat Restaurant might not be so simple.

"Hello, may I ask..."

Ah Qing approached the staff with a weird expression and pointed at the sign, asking: "Doesn't the cat cafe sell drinks?"

"Uh..... Hello, from a food safety perspective, we do not recommend any customers to taste anything."

The clerk at the door, upon hearing this, showed a professional smile and began to serenade Ah Qing, his skills already quite proficient.

While speaking, the clerk lifted the curtain and invited both Ah Qing and Ansheng into the store.

Upon entering, there was a smoke-gray Maine Coon cat lying on the long bar counter, immediately covering its forehead and letting out an extremely sorrowful wail.

"Chen Nian! For the love of cat, save me!"

"I don't want to go to jail!"

"Who on earth drinks coffee in the morning!?"

The Maine Coon wailed miserably while rolling around, falling from the bar to the floor, and then immediately stopped its cries, sitting knowingly on a high stool.

The female clerk behind the bar skillfully picked up another three-kilogram Ragdoll cat, placing both cats on high stools, and put chef hats on them.

Both the Maine Coon and the Ragdoll cat wore strained smiles, their little cat faces looking dispirited, as they uttered a series of "meows".

"Uh..."

Ansheng and Ah Qing were stupefied, listening to the cats' wails indoors, their expressions bizarre as they exchanged looks.

"Hello, this is our restaurant's menu, you can choose prop meals according to your preference and select the cat you like to hand-make them."

"We sell pet performances, the cats' paws have definitely been through cat litter, and might have dug through other cats' butts and baskets. We don't recommend customers to taste them....."

The clerk behind the counter handed over the menu and introduced Cat Cat Restaurant's offerings, displaying a row of cats on the bar for Ah Qing to choose from.

"Then... I'll have two coffees, a serving of roasted cold noodles, and three spicy grilled meat skewers."

Ah Qing maintained a completely bewildered expression, randomly selecting a few dishes from the menu.

"Alright..."

The female clerk smiled in response, placing the six cats specified by Ah Qing in front of the corresponding kitchenware.

The cats looked utterly despondent, adhering to restaurant regulations as they paired up for coordinated cooking.

"Meow——"

The Maine Coon extended its body, preparing to push the button on the grinder to grind coffee beans, while the Ragdoll cat beside it reached to grab the whipped cream on the left.

As the two cats jostled against each other, the Ragdoll accidentally squeezed the Maine Coon off its feet and onto the ground.

The Maine Coon let out a "meow", turned red, and exploded in rage at the fat cat that had knocked it over.

"Meow meow! Meow——"

Under the watchful eyes of Ah Qing and Ansheng, an immense amount of cat fur burst forth from beneath the table like snowflakes, naturally settling into the coffee beans and cups.

"......."

Ansheng and Ah Qing struggled to maintain their composure, glancing aside at the cat roasting the cold noodles; the Siamese cat was doing a low-temp pancake, initially without any issue.

But when it came to applying sauce to the roasted cold noodles, the tabby cat holding the squeeze bottle couldn't get the sauce out, rising up in agitation as it fiercely shook the bottle.

A splash of sauce shot out, landing squarely atop the Siamese cat's head.

The Siamese cat froze, instinctively glancing aside, while the tabby cat holding the squeeze bottle panicked, tossed the squeeze bottle and ran.

The Siamese cat bolted into the restroom, its loud voice echoing indoors as the cats clashed fiercely.

Even bumping into the restroom, where the apron-clad, hat-wearing, and toilet brush-hugging fat orange cat was driven out.

"Meow..."

The fat orange cat wore a troubled expression, flipping around, about to dive under the table to avoid the chaos, when suddenly, its peripheral vision spotted Master Fuli at the bar.

The fat orange cat froze, tears welled up, and it gazed at Master Fuli, letting out a series of dog-like barks "Woof".

Whimper——Master Fuli I've been wronged!

At home, I haven't done anything wrong besides snacking and biting the mistress's whipped cream. Really, I haven't bitten or scratched anyone..... the bad deeds were done by the white-gloved one in the yard, the owner mistook cats and brought me here!

The fat orange cat collapsed at Ah Qing's feet, sobbing and barking like a dog, expressing its grievances.

It... should not have come to jail, nor should it have undergone mandatory socialization training.

Because, it truly hasn't hurt anyone, and aside from snacking on cat and dog food, it is truly a good kitty.

"Swear it!"

Ansheng looked at the fat orange cat, a strange expression flickering across her little fox-like face.

"Meow...." The fat orange cat averted its gaze, hugged its toilet brush and dove back under the table, exposing only its rear end facing outward.

I.....

I tricked the family dog into eating poop, so I could eat its dog food... I swear, there's really nothing else.

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