Reborn Cat Sheriff

Chapter 370 Cat Taking a Bath

"Get out!"

With a roar from the fat cook, the snow-clawed tiger, its four legs practically scrambling up sparks, darted out of the kitchen and disappeared into the green belt in the yard.

Its body was covered in inexplicable oil stains, and the smell of vegetables and meat made Lin Ge, who had just returned home, pause in surprise.

"What's going on here?"

Lin Ge stared in astonishment as the fat cook chased after him, wielding a large ladle and spewing profanities.

"Mimi, shut up your little rascal!"

The fat cook, upon seeing Lin Ge, immediately changed his target and began spitting at him. "That little rascal, he actually sneaked into my pot and started curling up! That huge iron pot is now covered in cat hair, you bastard! This pot is for my colleagues to cook in, how are they supposed to eat after it's been dirtied by this cat? Even if it's cold, couldn't you have found a better place? If he dares to come into the kitchen again, I'll kill him!"

"A cat that willingly puts itself in the pot?"

A picture flashed through Lin Ge's mind: a snow-clawed tiger with silly eyes staring blankly, curled up in a ball inside a dark iron pot, with a small fire bubbling slowly underneath...

"Hehe... that's probably impossible. It's likely that the pot was still a little warm after cooking this morning, and the stupid thing went in and curled up to keep warm. But Fatty Chef, don't you wash the pot after using it? Even if it's clean and gets cold, it won't rise up! So... it's all your fault!"

Lin Ge shamelessly blamed the fat cook, then flicked his tail and turned to run away.

"Hey, why are you all dirty?"

The fat cook suddenly called out to Lin Ge, put his hands on his hips, and scrutinized him for a while. After a long pause, he said suspiciously, "Mimi, you didn't go catching mice, did you? What's wrong? You don't like the food in my canteen? Or did those bastards not feed you enough when you were working outside, so you had to catch mice yourself, getting all filthy. Like father, like son. With such a dirty dad, it's no wonder the little brat is so unhygienic."

While complaining, the fat chef beckoned Lin Ge to come into the kitchen.

Lin Ge originally didn't want to pay attention to this guy, but when the guy suddenly mentioned 'taking a bath', Lin Ge's ears twitched a couple of times.

He actually wanted to get himself clean, but getting soaking wet in the dead of winter was really a test of a cat's physical strength. Plus, a hot bath is difficult for a cat, so he put that idea on hold for the time being.

"Luckily, there's plenty of hot water in the kitchen. I'll find you a basin to soak it in. Hmm... why isn't there a clean one? Where did that big basin we used to shave the pig go?"

The fat chef muttered to himself as he searched through the kitchen.

"..."

Lin Ge was speechless upon hearing this, and turned back to the cat house. He quickly found his large bathtub, grabbed it, and pulled it out of the cat house, pushing it forcefully towards the kitchen.

A cat was struggling to carry a large bowl outside, a sight that piqued the curiosity of passing police officers. But these silly creatures had no idea what Lin Ge was up to and didn't offer a single helping hand.

On the contrary, the snow-clawed tiger, seeing that the danger seemed to have passed, emerged from the grass again. It stared curiously at its father, and seeing its father playing with the basin, it curiously came over and poked at it a couple of times, but poked it in the wrong direction, which made Lin Ge so angry that he got up and slapped it.

Finally, after much difficulty, Lin Ge managed to push the large bathtub behind the kitchen.

The fat chef really didn't expect that the cat in the office would bring its own bathtub to take a bath. It was truly a once-in-a-lifetime experience.

It didn't matter, since the kitchen never lacked hot water. So he just glared resentfully at the snow-clawed tiger-striped dog that had followed him, eager to cause more trouble, then took out another kettle and poured hot water into the bathtub. After adding some cold water to test the temperature, he thought for a moment, then carried the bathtub to the air-conditioned executive room in the dining room, turned on the air conditioning, and left.

Of course, he didn't forget to turn around and curse the snow-clawed tiger a few more times.

This guy is surprisingly stubborn but soft-hearted!

Lin Ge watched with satisfaction as the portly cook closed the door, then carefully tested the water temperature with his hand. It was a little hot, but still bearable. The main thing was that this temperature allowed him to soak for a while longer, before it immediately turned into a basin of cold water.

So, under the horrified and incredulous gaze of the snow-clawed tiger, Lin Ge slowly climbed into the bathtub, immersing his entire body below the head in the water, and then leisurely closed his eyes.

"Meow~"

The snow-clawed tiger cautiously approached and touched Lin Ge's nose, only to be impatiently shooed away.

"Stop messing around! Let me enjoy myself first."

Lin Ge groaned with satisfaction; he was determined not to give way to the Snowclaw Tiger at this moment.

"Meow!"

Seeing that Lin Ge was still alive, the snow-clawed tiger-striped tiger breathed a sigh of relief.

It wasn't the first time it had seen Lingo taking a bath, but every time it did, it still thought Lingo was going to drown. So every time, it would stay close to Lingo, ready to rescue its troublesome father at any moment.

"Hey, it's brewing already!"

The fat cook opened the door again, bringing in some cool air. Lin Ge simply submerged his entire head in the water, leaving only his nose above the surface to breathe. He could clearly feel many grime particles separating from his hair and sebum, slowly floating to the surface.

"You're so dirty! How long has it been since you last showered?"

The fat cook noticed a layer of grease floating on the water and couldn't help but grimac in disgust. But he still came over and scooped the grease off, added some more hot water, and helped Lin Ge rub his head and back before turning his attention to the snow claw tiger on the side.

"Ow!"

Snowclaw Tiger felt a chill and immediately bent over, barking at the fat cook.

"Shut up!"

Enjoying the interruption, Lin Ge poked his head out of the water and glared at the snowclaw tiger. The little guy whimpered pitifully but dared not utter another sound, prompting the fat cook to sneer disdainfully and turn to leave.

Then, a little while later, the guy came in carrying an old, wide-mouthed basin that had apparently contained something before.

The basin was already filled with hot water, steaming gently. The fat cook placed the basin not far from the snowclaw tiger, then beckoned to the wary tiger, saying, "You idiot, come take a bath! You're covered in grease; what will you do when it hardens and forms a crust? I'm warning you, don't run away! Hurry up and come over; I only have time now! If you delay even a few minutes, I'll never have time to serve you, you little rascal!"

"Ow!"

Lin Ge also barked at the snowclaw tiger.

"Woo..."

The snow-clawed tiger whimpered and reluctantly gave in, obediently walking over. The next second, the fat chef grabbed it by the back of the neck and shoved it into the hot water basin.

After being submerged in the water, the guy struggled desperately in fear, but he couldn't shake off the fat chef's strong arms. Soon, his entire body was submerged in the basin of water.

Two minutes later...

"Guluulu~"

A snot bubble popped out contentedly, and the snow-clawed tiger-striped creature squinted its eyes, resting its chin on the edge of the basin, completely relaxed and motionless.

If the fat cook behind it slowed down the rubbing, it would turn around and howl, complaining that the cook wasn't working diligently. And although the fat cook grumbled and cursed throughout, his hands never stopped rubbing. This guy, surprisingly, genuinely liked the snowclaw tiger-striped tiger.

After soaking in the hot water, Lin Ge got up, shook off his wet fur, and then squatted under the air conditioner, letting the hot air blow on him.

Before long, the snowclaw tiger also followed suit, squatting down next to Lin Ge and tilting its head back to enjoy the hot air. "You two are like ancestors!"

The fat cook looked at the water stains all over the floor, sighed helplessly, and went to find a towel to help Lin Ge wipe himself down. On the other hand, the snowclaw tiger next to him was wrapped up in a towel and vigorously rubbed, causing the snowclaw tiger to struggle and howl.

"Haha! Now you know how powerful I am, right?"

When the chubby chef released the snow tiger-striped dog, almost all the moisture on its body had been sucked away, making the air conditioning feel even more comfortable.

Lin Ge, standing nearby, was still a little damp, but the fat chef pretended not to notice. He didn't even bother to clean up the mess left by the two cats. He simply emptied the water from the two bathtubs and then called over an apprentice, ordering him to clean and dry the executive private room, making sure not a single cat hair got on it.

"How could such a thing possibly be possible!"

Looking at the cat crouching on the chair, its body still soaking wet, the chef apprentice felt like crying.

When the two cats saw him open the door and let the cold air in, they both turned around and glared at him angrily, their willful behavior leaving the chef apprentice with no choice but to surrender.

He grabbed a mop and started mopping the floor, grumbling and whining. But the slippery mop cloth caught the attention of the snowclaw tiger, who curiously jumped down to grab it with its paws, making the poor young man even more irritable and unable to mop properly.

Lin Ge didn't care. He just slowly let the hot air warm his body and fluff up his fur before lazily and leisurely leaving the private room.

As soon as he stepped outside, he saw Nie Guoqiang sitting in the canteen, eating a steamed bun, with a bowl of white rice porridge next to him. He was eating with gusto, taking a bite of bun and a sip of porridge at a time.

Lin Ge looked on with envy, and since he hadn't eaten well yesterday, he jumped onto the stool next to Nie Guoqiang and stared intently at him.

"Where did you go running wild last night?"

As Nie Guoqiang spoke, he tore off a small piece from the steamed bun and placed it in front of Lin Ge.

Lin Ge lowered his head and took it in his mouth, without responding to Nie Guoqiang. He just swallowed it and continued to stare at him.

"Aunt Zhang, another bowl of lean pork porridge, for this little devil!"

Nie Guoqiang looked up and called out to the old woman in the inner room who was in charge of making porridge, then ignored Lin Ge and just ate his own food.

Lin Ge didn't care about the steamed bun in Nie Guoqiang's hand, nor did he know what was so delicious about it. When Aunt Zhang came over with a plastic bowl filled with lean meat porridge, she abandoned Nie Guoqiang and started eating heartily.

The two of them ate their 10 a.m. breakfast at a leisurely pace. Just as Lin Ge was about to go back to the cat shelter to rest, Nie Guoqiang called him back.

Nie Guoqiang quickly finished his steamed bun, then tilted his head back and gulped down the rest of the porridge. Wiping his mouth, he said to Lin Ge, "Don't wander around this morning. Someone's coming to see you later. It's that young man you saved at Zhangzhou University the other day, along with his parents. He was finally discharged from the hospital a few days ago. He's so grateful to you that he was able to leave alive, so they're bringing a banner to thank you. Zheng Mingxing is also planning to take a picture of you; make sure it's accurate so you don't embarrass the station."

"so troublesome!"

Lingo flicked its tail in disdain, feeling both impatient and relieved.

He remembered the college student's name was something like Wang Jun. He'd almost lost his life working at an internet cafe to earn money for his girlfriend. Luckily, he'd contacted Yang Xiaotong then; otherwise, the student might have been in serious danger.

However, that matter was in the past, and Lin Ge wasn't expecting any thanks for saving the boy. Besides, he didn't have a particularly good impression of the boy, so he didn't see any benefit in it for him.

“If you dare to run away, be careful Zheng Mingxing will come after you! If you cause trouble for his work, he will make you miserable. You are a police cat, yet you run around all day and don’t listen to orders. Don’t really think that no one can control you.”

Nie Guoqiang stood up, straightened his collar and sleeves, and quickly regained his serious expression.

His rare moment of relaxation was over, and he had once again transformed into a serious and capable deputy director of the police station. Seeing Lin Ge following behind listlessly, he couldn't help but laugh, "What's wrong with you? We police officers don't really care about anything these days. Ranks and such are just that—ranks. Awards and commendations are rare, maybe once every few years. The only things we can look forward to are these banners. These things you look down on are treasures to us police officers! If a police officer can leave behind three, five, seven, or eight banners in his lifetime, he'll be proud when he retires."

"But it makes me feel very awkward to talk to strangers and hear them thank me and ask for photos."

Lin Ge lowered his head helplessly, only now realizing that he was a socially awkward cat. His daily activities were basically limited to the area between the police station and the city bureau, and he only interacted with a few familiar people. He was really not used to being with strangers.

But since it was Zheng Mingxing's strong request, Lin Ge had no way to refuse. That guy was very cunning; if you offended him and he made things difficult for you afterwards, you could only retaliate by going after his son.

Lin Ge's malicious thoughts sent a shiver down Zheng Jiacheng's spine as he trudged at home, looking miserable while doing his homework. He suspected that it might be Fatty Nie and Monkey Xie, who were playing video games outside, talking about him, but he had no evidence, so he could only complain to the teacher through his diary.

"The weather was lovely today, and I was diligently doing my homework at home. Then, Nie Zhuangzhuang and Xie Zaiqi called me, saying they wanted to sneak off to the arcade without their parents' knowledge. Remembering the school rules and my teacher's instructions, I firmly refused them… I want to be a good student and refuse to play with bad students with undesirable interests. As a good young person of the new era, remembering our mission to study for the future of our country is our…"

“These are things we should do! Serving the people is the mission and duty of contemporary people’s police, and it’s not worth you making a special trip here.”

Zheng Mingxing smiled at the camera, his hands firmly held by a middle-aged man in a thick leather jacket. The man thanked Zheng Mingxing profusely while glancing at the cat beside him, which was yawning with its mouth wide open, completely disregarding its image.

When Wang Dali learned that his son was critically ill and hospitalized, his heart felt like it was going to explode. Then, when he learned that his son had the accident at an internet cafe and was then incredibly saved by a cat calling him, he felt like he was still half asleep.

Being saved by a cat sounds so suspicious, doesn't it? It was only when I rushed to Zhangzhou City Hospital and actually saw my son in the ward and saw his diagnosis of cerebral infarction that I really thought it was April Fool's Day.

In short, no matter what, it's a fact that her son almost died, and it's also a fact that he was saved by a cat.

After watching the video circulating at the school, Wang Dali had to admit that if it weren't for that cat, it was hard to say whether his son would have been saved in time.

So, this cat is the Wang family's savior! They would have to thank it properly, even if it meant kneeling down.

“You have no idea, my family has had only one son for six generations, and it wasn’t easy for it to reach Wang Jun’s generation. If something happened to him, the Wang family bloodline would be cut off! So, this time, we really owe a debt of gratitude to you police officers and to the cat at your police station! Hey! Officer, what kind of situation is this, right? My family isn’t super rich, but we’re not so poor that we have to make this kid work for us! Sigh… He almost lost his life in this mess. I asked him why he was risking his life, but he wouldn’t tell me! Being a father is tough, and I’m really worried that something like this will happen again…”

Wang Dali rambled on incoherently, while Wang Jun, pale-faced, stood silently beside him.

Aside from occasionally glancing at Lin Ge, then glancing at Lin Ge again, and then stealthily glancing at Lin Ge once more, he made almost no other moves. Even when his father expressed his gratitude to the police without saying a word, he simply lowered his head and remained silent.

"You bastard, you haven't given up on that woman online yet, have you?"

Lin Ge curiously leaned closer to Wang Jun and looked up at him, finding it hard to understand why even death couldn't make him give up. If he remembered correctly, the reason this guy suffered a stroke was because some woman online demanded 300,000 yuan from him?
This guy claimed to be a rich second-generation in front of that woman, putting on a show of wealth just to prove he was rich. Although Lin Ge didn't understand why a rich second-generation would necessarily generously give away 300,000 yuan to a woman he didn't know, it was clear that Wang Jun understood it that way. He probably hadn't even held the woman's hand yet, but he was still infatuated with the woman who came because of his rich second-generation reputation, and he didn't even regret it at this point.

Suddenly, Wang Jun's phone beeped with a message notification. He quickly took out his phone to read and reply to the message, a happy smile on his face.

"Wang Jun, don't tell me you're still in contact with that woman."

Lin Ge's heart tightened, and he quickly climbed up Wang Jun's leg onto his shoulder.

Wang Jun was still quite weak, and Lin Ge's climb almost made him fall. But he couldn't care less at the moment. Glancing at the cat perched on his shoulder, staring at its phone, he smiled and continued replying to messages.

"Don't worry! I'll come find you on the fifteenth of the first lunar month. I've already prepared the money you planned to use to open a shop. You can open a flower shop near my school, and I can even introduce you to business. Then everyone can see just how beautiful my girlfriend is."

"Holy crap, you haven't given up yet?"

Lin Ge stared at Wang Jun in disbelief. This guy actually managed to scrape together the money? How did he do it? Where did the money come from? He remembered how Wang Jun was almost driven to despair by the 300,000 yuan in the message. How could he come up with the money after just one hospital stay?

Could it be...

Lingo's expression turned serious.

A photographer nearby saw the person giving thanks and the cat receiving thanks snuggling together and quickly snapped a picture.

(End of this chapter)