"Hey, orange."

"You may not be able to have free lunch after a while!"

"I'm going to quit."

The knife and fork hit the dining plate with a crisp sound, like a wonderful piece of music, but the words spoken from Robert were not so wonderful.

Hearing Robert's words, Ron stopped to swallow the pork chops in his mouth and looked up at Robert.

"Last family dinner, my uncle Mowen thought my food was well done and wanted to give me some investment."

"He paid for the money, I did the technology, we opened a restaurant together, and I took 30% of the shares."

The dishes made by Robert are indeed delicious. Compared with the several restaurants Ron has eaten, they are not only inferior, but also better. It has always been Robert's dream to open a restaurant.

Not to mention the money income - although there is no pressure to contract a police restaurant, Robert did not make much money after all, with a little charity nature. He has always been working enthusiastically with the idea of ​​honing his cooking skills.

Now there is a great opportunity in front of you. It is definitely fake to say that Robert is not moved.

But in Robert's words, Ron did not hear too happy, and even had a little sadness.

“To be honest, opening a restaurant has always been my dream.”

"However, I'm still a little reluctant to leave everyone. After all, I've been contracting this police restaurant for several years."

After the pork chops on the plate were cut, Robert put down the knife and fork in his hand, looked around the police restaurant with a lot of emotion.

It has been more than two years since the contract was conducted by the General Office of the Orange County Police. When the police first came down, the entire police restaurant was dilapidated. The windows were still old wooden windows, the windows were covered with greasy, and the walls were covered with dust and dirt. The police officers would rather call takeaway from Golden Arches at noon than come to the police restaurant for a meal.

Robert sorted out the police restaurant bit by bit. He put it on his own without ceramic tiles. He didn't have any cubicles. He bought bricks and wall partitions by himself. He even replaced the windows by himself. Of course, during the sorting process, Melissa, who had just entered the Orange County Police Department, also helped a lot. She gave up several days off to help Robert clean.

Now, I have to leave the restaurant I have managed, and it is a lie to say that I am not sad.

Looking at Robert who was feeling moved, Ron also became sad. He stretched out his hair claws and pressed Robert's palm, intending to give him some comfort, but his ears drooped.

"Aowu~"

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Should I turn around and eat Golden Arch or Grandpa Ji?

No!!!

When Ron thought of his future quality of life, he almost became even more sad than Robert, and even lost the desire to eat the remaining pork chops on the plate.

“Huh?”

"Orange, are you comforting me?"

"It's okay, the restaurant I agreed on with my uncle is nearby. I'll give you an address at that time, and you'll just come here by yourself."

"I'm sure I'll serve you with a big meal."

Feeling Ron's hairy claws on his palm, Robert turned his head, his eyes a little red and moist, but suddenly he smiled.

"Okay, let me give you more delicious food in the last period!"

"Dingling ~"

The dining ringtone rang outside the door, and the rapid ringtone became so slow in Ron's ears. Watching Robert pack up the dining plates, walk into the kitchen, and prepare a delicious meal for the upcoming police officers, Ron lowered his head and walked out of the police restaurant door.

It has been three weeks since Lorraine entered the Orange County Police Department to train. The weather in California has always been very bright. However, in the sunshine today, Ron did not feel comfortable on the lawn and took a nap as he used to, but walked slowly towards Building 1.

He received bad news early in the morning, and Ron needed good news to mend his mood.

…………

"Hey, orange."

As soon as he walked into Building 1, Ron was picked up by excited Melissa - as a patrolman, Melissa did not have her own office, but worked in the hall like other police officers, so as soon as Ron came in, Melissa saw it.

It was night shift last night, and Melissa didn't need to go out on patrol today. She held Ron and turned around in the aisle excitedly.

"Orange, do you know?"

"I didn't yesterday..."

Ron didn't hear Melissa's words clearly, and his attention was already focused on the TV in the police hall, where the news was playing.

"Last night, an officer from the Orange County Police Department encountered an attack in the parking lot of the X Night Bar. He was covered with claw marks and was suspected to have been attacked by a large pet cat he raised. He was seriously injured and has been hospitalized for treatment."

"I would like to remind all citizens who raise pets of certain dangers to take precautions and safety measures to ensure their own safety."

American TV stations are all private and well-informed, but what happened last night was reported today. The Orange County Police Department obviously also took some measures. At least the marijuana that Ron put in Anthony's pocket was not reported, otherwise it would be a big scandal.

As for Anthony's follow-up treatment, Ron cannot analyze it from the news, but at least, before Anthony recovers from injury, Ron does not have to worry that Anthony will appear in front of him.

For Ron now, this is also good news, which can dilute a little bit of the sadness that Robert is about to leave.

"Hey, orange."

"Are you listening to me?"

Melissa obviously also saw that Ron was absent-minded. She held Ron with one hand and grabbed Ron's ear with the other, and said with a slight angrily.

"I'll tell you, that Anthony was not only scratched by a cat, but also carrying marijuana!"

"Although it is not convenient for him to investigate in the hospital now, I guess you won't be able to see him at the Orange County Police Department in the future."

"It is my job responsibility to say that it is my job to contact contraband, and I forced Hala and I to apologize. It's all his shit!"

Melissa was in a good mood. She hugged Ron and whispered swearing, while her face was filled with smiles. This time, the police not only allowed Melissa to wash away the shame she suffered when she got off work yesterday, but also caught a mouse from the police station, which was praised by Director Alden. It can be said that she was proud of her youth. It can even be said that in the police career that followed, Melissa's road has also become much smoother.

"Secretary Melissa, please come here."

The police officers' work was heavy and busy. After holding Ron for a while, he was resting. Melissa entered work again, while Ron ran to the sixth floor.
Chapter completed!