Some cat cafes didn't feed their cats much for the sake of business, so when customers came to feed them, they would actively fight for food, which made the customers feel very satisfied. The cats in the snack bar ate until they were about 80% full. They would eat some dried fish as a post-meal snack, but when they were full, they would stop eating. Zhang Zian was telling the truth.
In addition to the fun of feeding the cats, the other fun was to fight with the smart cats. The girls wanted to lure the cats over with dried fish and toys so that they could hold the cats in their arms and play with them. However, the cats would always stop at a safe distance, and the girls would always fail at the last minute.
For example, this was like a claw machine. The girls would stare at the cute dolls in the display case with their starry eyes, and then they would control the mechanical arm to grab one of the dolls. Just as they were about to grab it, the doll would fall back down. Unwilling to give up, they would immediately insert a coin and try again, determined to grab the doll. Many girls would unknowingly donate a lot of money to the claw machine … or their boyfriends' money.
More than ten minutes passed, and the girls didn't eat much. They were just playing with the cats.
Zhang Zian observed them carefully. Of course, he was not observing their beauty, but to see if they had any abnormal reactions. Ever since Snowy and Vivi came to the live broadcast, he had been paying extra attention to customers who might be allergic to pets. He also asked Wang Qian, Li Kun, and Lu Yiyun to pay more attention.
He waved at Uncle Li, and the two of them went to the kitchen, followed by Fina and Snowy Lionet.
"Uncle Li, you'd better prepare a sign and hang it in an eye-catching place at the door, warning that there are cats in the shop, and that people who are allergic to cats should not enter, or else they will have to bear the consequences," he reminded Uncle Li.
It was normal to have cats in a pet shop, but it was not normal to have cats in a snack bar. If an ordinary customer who was allergic to cats walked in without noticing and had a serious allergic reaction, it would be troublesome, and a lawsuit might be filed.
Uncle Li followed Zhang Zian's advice and nodded.
Some people liked cats, and some people didn't. Even people who liked cats might not like watching others play with cats while eating, and some customers might think it was unhygienic to have cats in the shop … Choosing a snack bar for cat fanciers meant saying goodbye to the customers who didn't like cats. Zhang Zian also made this clear to Uncle Li — you could never satisfy everyone's requirements and tastes.
While they were talking, Fina and Snowy Lionet looked around the kitchen.
There were many shiny stainless steel utensils in the kitchen, such as a stove, a range hood, a ladle, and so on, which firmly attracted Fina's attention. It leaped onto the counter and saw a lump of dough in a stainless steel basin. The sour smell of yeast wafted out of the dough.
Snowy Lionet also wanted to jump up, but its attempt was terrible. With its athletic ability, it couldn't even reach half the height of the table. It tried to climb up the legs of the table. Its four short legs moved with all its might, but it just couldn't climb up …
At this time, Aunt Li cleaned up the customers' bowls and chopsticks and returned to the kitchen. She saw that Fina was very curious about the fermenting dough. She was afraid that Fina would ruin the dough and delay cooking for the customers, so she wanted to take the basin away.
Fina lifted a paw and pressed it against the edge of the basin, staring at her unhappily.
Zhang Zian and Uncle Li had finished talking, and he knew that Fina had never seen fermenting dough before. The inherent curiosity of a cat made it very interested.
Uncle Li also laughed and said, "Forget it. If it likes it, let it play. Don't we have flour?"
"I'm not afraid of it. It's just a pity that the dough is half fermented …" Aunt Li said regretfully and let go of her paw.
The dough was prepared by Uncle Li and his wife to make pies. Their pork and cabbage pies were the best. They had thin skin and a lot of fillings. When you took a bite, it was oily and fragrant. The restaurant made a large amount of pies at a time. The dough was very heavy, about three pounds, and almost covered the bottom of the basin.
Fina scraped some of the remaining flour on the wall of the basin with the tip of her claws. She put it under her nose and sniffed it. She felt that the smell of the fermentation seemed very interesting. She simply jumped into the basin and left a few clear claw marks on the slightly yellow dough.
The feeling of stepping on the dough was very comfortable. It was neither soft nor hard, like stepping on a beach soaked in seawater. There was also a strange fermented smell. It was sour, which made Fina inexplicably hungry.
Seeing that the dough was occupied by Fina, Aunt Li sighed helplessly. She washed her hands, took a new stainless steel basin, added flour and yeast, and then poured water into the basin with the kettle in one hand while stirring with the other. She kneaded dough every day, and her movements were very skillful. The ratio of dough to water was also just right. After a while, a new dough gradually formed under her hands. She put down the kettle, turned, pressed, patted, and kneaded the dough with both hands, and made about three pounds of dough obedient.
"Aunt Li's cooking is really good!" Zhang Zian praised. Every time he kneaded the dough, he would be in a mess. He would either add too much water or not enough water. Later, he simply stopped making dough. Whether it was dumplings or pies, he would buy ready-made ones from outside.
"Well, it's not good or bad. I just randomly made it!" Aunt Li said modestly, embarrassed.
While she was kneading the dough, Fina was also watching her movements. Because her movements were skillful and rhythmic, Fina unconsciously imitated her. It alternately patted and kneaded the dough with its two front paws. It seemed to be enjoying it very much.
Aunt Li pointed at Fina and laughed, "This is milk treading, right? I've heard of it, but this is the first time I've seen it. "
Fina suddenly froze. It widened its eyes and shouted, "Milk... milk treading? Nonsense! I will not do that kind of childish thing! "
Milk treading was a unique movement of cats. It was formed in infancy in order to promote milk secretion. However, even after they became adults, many cats would keep this habit. They would use their two front paws to step on soft objects. Sometimes they would put their noses close to the objects to sniff or gently bite them. At this time, milk treading was purely a kind of conditioned reflex enjoyment.
In Zhang Zian's opinion, Fina's movement just now was not milk treading. It was more of a simple imitation of Aunt Li's kneading movements. However, Aunt Li misunderstood it.
"Meow meow meow? Your Majesty, whose milk are you stepping on? Come and step on mine! "Snowy Lionet was jumping under the table even more happily.
Fina was originally very interested in the dough, but in order to prove its innocence, it snorted and jumped out of the basin. It rubbed the flour on the bottom of its feet on the table, deliberately shifted its gaze elsewhere, and muttered, "I told you, I don't know how to step on milk or anything …"
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