Tiger, I rejected the iron rice bowl.

Back in the tent, Tang Li lifted the curtain and found that all the personal belongings of the three policewomen had been taken away, leaving only the three sleeping bags that Wang Yuyu had used to sleep on. The empty tent looked rather desolate.

Upon seeing this, Wang Yuyu instantly became unhappy. Her ears drooped immediately, and her amber eyes were filled with anger. She thought to herself, "Damn it, they raided my place while I was away and took all my stuff. Aren't they giving me no face?! Just wait and see how I deal with them!"

Thinking it over, he immediately lowered his head and sniffed around the tent for any lingering scents, trying to find the people who had come in and out of the tent.

Seeing his flustered appearance, Tang Li couldn't help but gently pat his head and comfort him with a smile, "Alright, alright, don't be angry."

"This tent originally belonged to them. You occupied their space, so isn't it normal for them to take their things?"

Seeing that Wang Yuyu was still sullen, Tang Li's eyes lit up, and she played her trump card, "Don't be angry, I'll take you to eat meat, how about it?"

The moment the word "meat" left his lips, Wang Yuyu's ears perked up instantly, his anger vanished, and he nodded heavily, his amber eyes filled with excitement and anticipation. He turned and strode quickly toward the camp kitchen, his earlier unhappiness long forgotten.

"Hey, slow down! What's the rush! Nobody's going to take it from you!" Tang Li was amused by his eagerness and quickly followed after him, calling out helplessly as she chased after him.

As soon as you approach the tent area where the kitchen is located, a rich aroma of food wafts over on the cold wind, mixed with the mellow fragrance of meat broth, and goes straight to your nose.

Outside the tent, on the open ground, there was a simple stove with a huge iron pot on it, simmering something inside. White steam rose continuously, warming the surrounding air.

A middle-aged man named Mao Xingwen, dressed in a police uniform, was squatting in front of the stove, his back to Wang Yuyu and the others, intently adding firewood to the firebox.

Wang Yu sniffed the air and confirmed that the aroma was coming from the iron pot. He immediately quickened his pace and rushed over, craning his neck to peek into the pot to see if there was any for him.

As soon as he approached the stove, Mao Xingwen reached into the nearby woodpile to grab some firewood. Instead of touching the firewood, his hand landed firmly on something furry, warm, and soft.

The sensation startled Mao Xingwen, causing him to freeze and abruptly withdraw his hand, instinctively turning his head to look.

A huge tiger's head was right in front of me, its amber eyes staring intently into the pot, its long whiskers almost touching the rim.

Mao Xingwen's pupils constricted sharply, his heart nearly leaped out of his throat, and a national treasure uttered: "Holy shit!"

Before he could finish speaking, he was so frightened that he jumped back several steps and almost fell on the snow.

When Tang Li caught up, she saw this scene and couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh. She comforted the still-shaken Mao Xingwen, saying, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. This is a secure job. It won't bite! It just smelled the aroma and wanted to see what was stewing in the pot."

After saying that, she turned to look at Wang Yuyu, who was still craning his neck to peer into the pot, and tugged at the leash impatiently: "Alright, you're a secure job, stop looking, you can't eat what's in the pot!"

Seeing Wang Yuyu turn back to look at her with a displeased expression, Tang Li patiently explained, "That's a stew for us. It has seasonings in it, and you'll get indigestion if you eat it. Just wait for your meat."

"Hmph!" Wang Yuyu snorted coldly in dissatisfaction, turning her head to glance at Tang Li, inwardly complaining, "Of course I know I can't eat this stuff! I just wanted to see what you were cooking, is it really necessary to stop me like this?"

He glanced again at the steaming iron pot, the vapor obscuring everything inside, and felt even more frustrated. "What a pity, so much steam, I can't see anything!"

He rolled his eyes at the wok and continued muttering to himself, "You can't even see anything and you're just haphazardly cooking. How do you guys even cook? All by feel? Aren't you afraid of burning the food!"

"No wonder you Northeasterners always have such a chaotic stew. With these conditions, you can't even tell what you're cooking by stir-frying. Stewing is much more convenient. As long as the water hasn't boiled away, it's probably cooked!"

Mao Xingwen remained frozen in place, his face pale, and it took him a long time to recover.

Seeing this, Tang Li simply pulled Wang Yuyu to her side, then took a step and sat neatly on the tiger's back, holding the tiger's neck firmly with both hands. In this way, she "suppressed" the big tiger weighing more than 300 kilograms under her crotch, her movements skillful and natural.

She gestured with her chin towards Mao Xingwen and said with a smile, "Uncle, Captain Fan should have already spoken to you, right? Could you please go and get twenty pounds of meat? I'll feed my iron rice bowl."

Mao Xingwen finally came to his senses and nodded quickly before turning around and rushing into the kitchen tent next to him.

As soon as he entered the tent, he excitedly whispered, "Oh my god, Lao Wang! A tiger! A huge tiger! It's right outside!"

"What tiger?" Wang Hongyi paused, his cleaver momentarily gone, and looked up at him with a puzzled expression. "Don't we only have one tiger, Iron Rice Bowl, in our camp? Did another tiger sneak in?"

"It's a secure job!"

Mao Xingwen walked towards the corner where the meat was kept, saying as he went, "He's right outside. When I was adding firewood just now, my hand almost touched his tiger head! It nearly scared me to death!"

As he spoke, he picked up a bowl of freshly cut raw meat that had been placed in the corner and turned to walk out.

"What?! A secure job outside?"

Wang Hongyi's eyes lit up instantly, his interest in chopping vegetables vanished immediately. He tossed aside the knife and quickly followed, saying excitedly, "Then I have to take a good look! I've heard that tigers are intelligent, but I've never seen one up close before!"

As soon as the two lifted the tent flap, Wang Yuyu's gaze was instantly drawn to the bowl of meat that Mao Xingwen was holding. His eyes widened, and his entire body seemed to radiate excitement. He couldn't sit still any longer.

He suddenly straightened up, his massive body instantly standing upright. Tang Li, who was sitting on his back, was prepared and quickly jumped down, standing steadily to the side. At the same time, she held tightly to the leash and shouted loudly at Mao Xingwen and Wang Hongyi, "Throw the meat aside! Don't come any closer!"

Startled, Mao Xingwen immediately threw the basin and meat into the snow beside him. He then pulled Wang Hongyi, who was still trying to move forward, and quickly retreated to a safe distance, staring nervously at Wang Yuyu.

Seeing this, Tang Li also loosened her grip on the leash.

Freed from his restraints, Wang Yuyu, like a wild horse, let out a low roar and charged headlong towards the pot of meat. He lowered his head and began to eat heartily, his tiger paws instinctively guarding the side of the pot, as if afraid someone would snatch it from him.