In the hotel, which is not close to the sea, but is called the Seaside Hotel, the chefs prepare the ingredients in the back kitchen as usual, and then the kitchen helpers push the steel cart to the cafeteria on the first floor.

The head chef walked around the large kitchen with his hands behind his back, like a fussy fat lion patrolling the territory. He easily didn't make a move, and only when the restaurant needed to prepare special ingredients or his hands were itchy, the exclusive stove would be opened.

The freshly cooked steak was poured into the plate, and the cook carefully picked it up, and was about to put it on the cart when a big fat hand reached out from the side to stop it. The fat chef took the knife and fork, cut off a small piece and stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed it a few times with his fussy eyebrows as usual, before he stretched his brow and waved his hand to let the chef go.

At this moment, there was a faint shout from outside the originally closed fire door, which seemed to be accompanied by the sound of plates falling and breaking. The fat chef's long, caterpillar-like eyebrows furrowed again, and he looked out the door dissatisfied.

Now these waiters are becoming more and more unruly. Is the kitchen mecca a place where their group of people are noisy?

"Go~ let them get out of ......"

Before the fat chef's words fell, the fire door that was originally opened outward was slammed open, and the steel stand supported by the door flew in with a crisp sound and fell into the disaster of a stunned chef.

In the corridor outside the door, there was a waiter in a fuchsia uniform, motionless and unmoving, not knowing whether he was faint or hanging.

The gaze retracted, but inside the door stood a small creature with a white flat head and fluffy black fur. But at the moment, the appearance of this little animal is a little hideous, the little white teeth are squeezing viciously, and saliva is constantly dripping from the mouth, and it is a miniature version of the little black bear.

The fat chef's eyes widened suddenly, and he let out a feminine scream with his mouth open, pointing to the door and jumping to his feet and shouting.

"Something, get out of here!

"Go!"

"Someone!"

The kitchen was suddenly in chaos, and the cooks rushed to the door with spoons, spatulas, and kitchen knives, and drove away with a "oh uh uh" sound from their mouths, but they didn't dare to really do it.

In the distance, there seemed to be someone running and shouting in the hallway, coming in the direction of the kitchen. However, before it could reach the door, the little creature had already moved.

Before everyone could react, a chef in the middle knelt down with his legs covered, and then with a "bang", the cart full of ingredients in the aisle pressed over the screaming fat chef's feet and slid inside.

"Whoa!"

A crowd poured in outside the door, including a hotel manager, a security guard, and a bunch of waiters. After the two sides looked at each other, they looked inside in unison.

Dragged away the chef who was holding an indescribable hum, and everyone silently made a gap in the middle to make way for the security guards. The hotel manager raised his chin, and the two security guards in front of him glanced at each other, swallowed saliva and pulled out the rubber rod on his waist and hesitated forward.

People held their breath and didn't dare to breathe, and as the kitchen quieted down, a strange swallowing sound continued to sound.

"Let's chirp~~"

I saw that on the steel cart, the fluffy figure was munching, grabbing the steak on the left and the chicken leg on the right, destroying the food on the cart at a speed visible to the naked eye.

As if sensing the approach of the security guard, the furry figure suddenly turned, squinting and baring its teeth and growling, the greasy soup instead of saliva spreading from the chin to the belly.

"Hurry up and grab it!"

The hotel manager couldn't help but urge in the back, his face full of anger and anxiety.

It's dinner time now, and the back kitchen is delayed for a while, and I don't know how many complaints from customers will be received. This is about this month's performance appraisal and bonus, if he really doesn't dare, he can't do it himself.

The security guard on the right took a deep breath and raised the rubber roller in his hand. Based on his three-year experience in the industry, even people will be beaten by him and their heads will be bleeding, not to mention the small animal in front of him.

At this time, I saw that the furry guy in the cart also raised his paws, but he raised the steak in his hand. But for some reason, at the moment when he was about to throw it, he inexplicably withdrew it and replaced it with another piece.

The chefs couldn't help but be stunned. That steak, is there anything different?

It was too late, it was fast, and after only a split second, I heard a crisp sound comparable to a slap, and the security guard who had raised the rubber rod and had not yet hit it made a "woo", covered his nose and squatted down, nosebleeds and tears flowed together.

The figure on the cart glanced at everyone with disdain, then turned around and munched again.

"Let's chirp~~"

The remaining other security guard looked at the small animal suspected of being a foodie in a daze, and then turned his head to look at the colleague who seemed to be crying, and the rubber roller in his hand seemed to be heavier than a thousand jun, and he couldn't lift it.

"What a crap!"

The hotel manager in the back yelled at the top of his lungs, then took out his mobile phone and called the police bluntly.

Wang Ping only felt that his head was groggy, as if he had woken up, but his brain forced him to rest, and only his body was doing what he didn't know what he was doing. I don't know how long later, when I was in a daze, I heard a voice that seemed to be shy, and asked timidly:

"Well, aren't these to taste?"

"Huh?"

Wang Ping blinked, only to realize that he was actually with his eyes open, not sleeping. In front of him, there were two distinct piles of things.

On one side were empty plates, and on the other side were stacks of messy food, as if they had been specially singled out. Across from him, an extraordinarily plump man in a chef's hat was looking nervously at him.

Behind the fat chef there was a bunch of people standing, including chefs, waiters, and security guards. There was also a security guard squatting on the ground, covering his nose as if he was crying.

"Oh~ big man, he still cries his nose!"

Wang Pingmao's face pulled slightly, with a look of disgust, and then his eyes shifted to the food in front of him.

"Hiccup~~~~"

A huge hiccup made Wang Ping a little suspicious of the badger life. I haven't eaten yet, why are I full?

However, after lifting his paw and pulling the lump of food piled together on the left, Wang Ping's hairy face was even more disgusted.

Cocking the "orchid claws", he picked up the fast steak, sliced it open, and flipped it to look at the fat chef.

"Do you know how to cook? Look at what this steak has made you spoiled! How old have you become? How can you eat this? Can't you tell the difference between cooked and old?"

Throwing the steak aside, he dragged a Q-bomb octopus leg over it, and gestured angrily with his little white teeth.

"You're really a genius, do you have a special octopus like this? I can't even poke it, it's like a special rubber! How do you let your guests eat?"

"These chicken wings are all mushy!"

"This ham, hey,!"

"This greens...... Damn, Lao Tzu never eats vegetables!"

A group of people on the opposite side looked at the small cart suddenly excited, and kept gesturing the small animals with paws, and always felt that their thinking could not keep up with the painting style in front of them.

At that moment, there was a jog of leather shoes running outside the door, and then two policemen rushed in with guns raised.

"Who called the police, and where are the gangsters?"

The crowd fell silent for a while, and then a group of fingers pointed in unison to a certain badger who was still gesturing there.

"This ...... What is it?"

"You fart, you're the thing, Lao Tzu is...... Uh......"

Hearing that someone seemed to be scolding himself, Wang Ping blew up his hair on the spot, bared his teeth and was about to swing his arms and move, when he saw the two policemen on the opposite side aiming the muzzles of the black hole at him.

"Smack!"

The plate that had just been picked up was put back down, and a certain badger raised its paws with low eyebrows.

"Uncle policeman, I said I just woke up, do you believe me?"