When you come out to mix, you have to admit your mistakes, and you have to ...... when you are beaten. Certainly not in the style of a certain badger. It is impossible to admit mistakes, but he will not really learn to touch porcelain.

After waving her paws to indicate that he had really broken the tile, and smashed the second piece with her skull on the spot, the white aunt, who thought he had a tendency to self-harm, happily waived the little fox's compensation costs, and then politely kicked them both out.

On the brightly lit pedestrian street, a man and a badger strolled calmly, and no one was in a hurry to find a new place to stay.

"Are you really okay?"

As the little fox walked, he was always distracted to look at Wang Ping's nose, and even wanted to reach out and pinch it. After the latter bared her teeth and snapped her little paws, she generously said that she still forgot it, and she respected the boss's "badger" very much.

But the little girl inevitably continued to be curious.

She has heard of animals with hard brains, and there are many "hard mouths", but it is the first time she has seen them with hard noses, and nature really prefers animals.

Listening to her praise, Wang Pingmao's face was silent.

The badger knows her own affairs, and of course the so-called nothing is perfunctory for her.

So how could the "delicate" nose be fine when it was the tile? It was his arms that he exerted, not his nose. So much so that now his nose is sour, and he can feel that the cliff of the bridge of his nose is broken.

That's why he didn't let the little fox touch it, and when he came, it really hurt to touch. Second, I was afraid that this product would find something greasy, so I would take him for injections.

"Anyway, it's idle and idle, why don't we go for supper?"

Most of the ways that little foxes can think of to pass the time are related to eating. Wang Ping has nothing to do, and his figure is hopeless.

However, this time neither of them proposed to try anything new, and after passing through Zhongshan Park, following a familiar smell, they were greeted by a Chinese barbecue restaurant with a stall outside the door.

Next to it stands a three-storey red brick building with three decorative tall round arches in front of it, which are level with the street lamps.

The little fox didn't pay attention to where it was, but Wang Ping's night vision eyes could see it clearly. On the banner on the top of the building, the words "Hongmen People's Governance Party Headquarters in Canada" were written.

Thinking of the old men I saw during the day, this Chinatown suddenly had a sense of historical vicissitudes in the eyes of a badger, and even the uncle in the vest and skewers seemed a little mysterious, and his eyes were full of stories.

"Uncle, ten skewers of mutton, ten skewers of pork belly, two skewers of chicken hearts, two skewers of chicken wings!

The little fox jumped forward and pointed to the rack next to the barbecue grill. That Wang Ping's eyes that felt full of the vicissitudes of the story suddenly lit up and became golden.

"Okay! The little girl will eat it! Uncle will ask you for a skewer of grilled ribs, our family's unique secret recipe!"

The little fox placked his nose and threw down the sentence "Uncle, you are really good at business", which made the surrounding diners laugh.

"Lao Shen, you are so stingy, the little girl of the other family ordered so much, you only sent a bunch!"

"If you want me to say, it's only sincere to send a string of everything!"

"One string is not good, haven't you seen people come with pets, at least two strings of each?"

A group of people are giggling, and it seems that they are all old neighbors around. The barbecue master called Lao Shen was not angry, and looked back and laughed and scolded from time to time.

The little fox found an empty table and moved a plastic chair for a badger before sitting down on the opposite side.

Wang Ping scooped up a paper towel, wiped the surface of the chair and wiped it, then formed a paper ball, turned around and threw it on the head of the person who had just said that he was a pet, causing a burst of laughter. The uncle who was thrown was not angry, and grabbed a peanut and gave it to him, which made the badger embarrassed.

This kind of scene of laughter and laughter like family members, whether they have known each other before or not, as long as they have the same skin color and the same language, can probably only be seen in overseas Chinatowns.

Someone had already opened his mouth to talk to the little fox and chatted casually. After learning that she and a certain badger had just been kicked out of the hotel, they scolded her. On the spot, a middle-aged aunt said that she would follow her later, and her family also opened a hotel and let her live in Yunyun for free.

Wang Ping rested his chin on the table, peeled peanuts with his paws, and listened to the laughter of the crowd. At this time, the content that was playing on the TV in the store attracted his attention.

On the screen, a brown-haired female reporter is talking to the camera, and the police lights behind her are flashing. A van could be seen lying on the side of the road, the front of the truck had been deformed, and the two people in the car were being carried away under a white cloth.

If it's an ordinary car accident, it's nothing worth noting. At most, I admire these two drivers, who can be so accurate on the monitoring pile on the side of the road, and the skills and Gu Laosan have a fight.

And what Wang Ping really cares about is the things pulled in this van.

As the camera zooms, the open crate is revealed, strewn with brightly colored animal skins and valuable parts. In particular, a full white bear cub fur made the female reporter cry on the spot.

The White Spirit Bear, also known as the Chromoderm Bear, is less than a thousand of them in the world, and is the "Holy Bear" in Indian mythology.

In Canada, hunting a white spirit bear is a felony, and it will definitely be the kind that will sit in prison. The two delivery men are dead, and there is no way to know what kind of dark web is involved behind this scene.

"Iniquity!"

Some diners around him noticed the content of the news, shook their heads and sighed, and slammed down a string of pork belly.

A few people around followed with a few words, scolded the mastermind behind the scenes and the people in power twice, and then ate meat and drank wine.

Poaching is too far away from their lives. can make them sigh a few words, it is already the credit of the female reporter crying in front of the camera.

"The string is coming, the little girl uses it slowly!"

Lao Shen carried two steel trays and put them on the table in front of Wang Ping, and the skewers stacked in them were still bubbling with oil splashes, exuding an attractive aroma.

The little fox cheered, and first put the string of kidneys on the empty plate in front of the king's plane, and then scooped up a string of pork belly and slammed it into his mouth.

For some reason, a certain badger suddenly lost its appetite.

Glancing at the TV screen again, he had already switched to other news, but the brief image just now was deeply imprinted in his mind. The stumbled monitoring post had a street sign that read "Edmonton, 50Km".

"This place, it doesn't seem too far?"

Looking up at the little fox with a mouth full of oil, Wang Ping hesitated.

"Forget it, it's not suitable to pit the little fox, if only Gu, Lao Han is here......"

Meanwhile, downtown Edmonton, the Fairmont Hot Springs Hotel.

"How's it going, have you verified the contents of the email?

Yuan Xiaoxiao stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window with the phone, looked at the brightly lit riverbank in the distance, and said with a smile.

"Not interested!"

Han Daxia's stern refusal came from the mobile phone, and then he weakened his tone and lamented: "I said aunt, you can spare me! I was almost killed by you in Siberia last time, and my legs are not good until now...... Hey, Xiaolin, you ......."

There was a murmur on the phone, and a female voice in the background was asking who was "Grandma".

Yuan Xiaoxiao's smile became brighter and brighter, and when Lao Han explained in a low voice, he deliberately raised his voice and shouted in a coquettish voice: "Okay dear, I won't embarrass you, remember to miss me!"

Sending a flying kiss that was destined to die for a certain Han, Yuan Xiaoxiao hung up the phone and bent over with a smile.

"He agreed?"

Sama, dressed in a bathrobe, approached from behind, handed her a glass of red wine, and asked casually.

Taking the wine glass, Yuan Xiaoxiao shook her head and smiled: "No......!

took a sip of red wine, looked up at the night sky, and said firmly: "He will agree!"