Tiger, I rejected the iron rice bowl.

Even if we can't stay this time, we have to fill our stomachs!

Wang Yu buried his face in the warm fur, only one eye showing as he stared down the mountain. "Anyway, I've figured out your emergency response patterns. That old man will definitely come to invite me later. I just don't know if this meatball will be beef or pork."

At the city center zoo in the forest at the foot of the mountain, the alarm still blared sharply.

Staff in uniforms divided into small teams, carrying megaphones, and conducted a thorough search of the walkways, lawns, and surrounding areas of the venue, afraid of missing a single visitor.

"Is anyone else here? Tourists are heading towards the restaurant!"

"Little one, don't run! Hold your mother's hand!"

Amid the chaos, several figures secretly moved against the flow of people toward the back gate of the zoo.

They are core members of the "Iron Rice Bowl Fan Club," and they are holding support signs with Wang Yuyu's silhouette printed on them.

When Wang Yuyu last came to "check in," someone took a picture of it lying on the snow sunbathing. This group of people became loyal fans and waited for it to appear again.

In addition, throughout the zoo, there are people just like them doing the same thing.

Some were fans of Wang Yuyu, while others were tourists who came specifically to see Wang Yuyu.

After a brief moment of panic, they quickly realized what was happening and moved against the flow of people towards Wang Yuyu.

"Stop right there!"

A clear yet authoritative shout interrupted their little actions.

A sightseeing bus screeched to a halt by the roadside, and a little girl jumped out of the driver's seat.

Standing at 1.62 meters tall, with a high ponytail, the zoo uniform looked a bit too big on her, and there were tiger furs stuck to her gloves. She was Tang Li, the zoo's "pig-raising expert".

This girl is a native of the South, and her voice has a soft, gentle tone at the end.

Because of his love for tigers, after graduating from university, he was snatched away by Wang Weiguo, the director of the Linhai City Central Zoo, despite ranking first in his major.

At this moment, she stood with her hands on her hips, her round eyes wide open, glaring angrily at Wang Yuyu's fans.

Although she appeared exceptionally petite next to a group of tourists from Northeast China whose average height was 1.78 meters, her aura, honed from years of dealing with tigers, made several tourists shrink back.

"Didn't you hear the announcement? A wild tiger is practically at our doorstep, and you're still going over there? Are you trying to feed it or something?"

Tang Li picked up a megaphone, amplifying her voice. Her stern tone, tinged with a southern accent, was particularly penetrating. "Get in my car! I'll take you to the shelter. Who's responsible if anything goes wrong?"

The fans looked at each other, then obediently climbed onto the sightseeing bus.

Someone muttered quietly, "We just want to see what a secure job is like..."

"We'll have to wait until it's safe to see it!"

Tang Li glared at him, then jumped into the driver's seat. "If it really gets in, you'll see. Save yourselves for now!"

Once she confirmed everyone was on the bus, Tang Li immediately grabbed the walkie-talkie and reported rapidly, "Director, the last group of tourists at the back gate has been intercepted and is heading back!"

Wang Weiguo's deep Northeastern accent came through the walkie-talkie, brimming with barely concealed excitement: "Well done, Xiao Tang! Get the tourists into the shelter and then hurry to the back door. His secure job is about to be taken down the mountain; this time, we have to get rid of him no matter what!"

The moment Tang Li uttered the words "Get down the mountain quickly," her eyes lit up like stars. Her previously serious face instantly lit up with a smile, and her hand tightened around the walkie-talkie: "Roger that, Principal! Mission accomplished! I'm coming right away!"

After hanging up the call, she stepped on the gas, and the sightseeing bus engine roared with a low "hum," the tires splashing up two plumes of snow as they rolled over the snow.

The sightseeing bus, which had been moving slowly, suddenly accelerated and shot forward like an arrow. The strong push caught the passengers off guard, and they all clung tightly to the handrails, screams rising and falling.

"Oh my god! Slow down, little girl!"

"My hat! The wind blew it away!"

Tang Li didn't slow down at all, her eyes fixed on the road ahead, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up.

She was much more eager for Wang Yuyu to come than the fans were.

The tigers in the park are all bred in captivity. She had long wanted to study the habits of wild tigers. Moreover, this "iron rice bowl" was her "dream tiger"!

Unfortunately, wild tigers like Wang Yuyu are generally not adopted into zoos unless they have lost their hunting abilities.

Meanwhile, on the hilltop, Wang Yuyu was straining her ears, a hint of anticipation flashing in her amber eyes!

It's been so long, it should be better by now, right?

He lay on the mountaintop for half an hour, enduring the wind and snow. The snow around him began to melt from his burning body heat.

He twitched his ears and heard the noise from the zoo down the mountain gradually fade away, as if filtered through the wind and snow.

It seems that the tourists who needed to hide have already done so, and the zoo staff are all prepared to welcome him.

Next, it's his turn to appear, the "main character".

"Winter is so comfortable! It's so cool!"

Wang Yu felt a sense of joy.

The cold winter did not make him feel cold at all; on the contrary, it was like being suddenly blown by a cold wind in the hot weather, which was extremely comfortable!

He violently shook his head, the mane on his neck bristling and then closing up, shaking off the snow that clung to his cheeks and behind his ears, like sprinkling a handful of salt.

Immediately afterwards, the muscles in his forelimbs tensed up suddenly, and his sharp tiger claws instinctively extended half an inch, digging deep into the frozen soil to act as a fulcrum.

His arched back resembled a fully drawn bowstring, with a powerful arc protruding from his spine. His fluffy winter fur rippled with his movements, and the thick snow piled on his back slid off with a "whoosh," splashing at his feet and creating a fine mist of snow.

The final step was truly awe-inspiring. His hind legs, as thick as old tree trunks, slammed into the ground, creating two deep craters in the frozen soil. With this force, his 400-kilogram body stood up steadily, and the snow crater beneath his feet formed an irregular outline.

He didn't rush to move. He started by exerting force from his head and neck, causing his entire body muscles to vibrate rapidly, as if he were shaking out a heavy leather coat.

The muscles in its shoulders and back undulated, the lines of its waist and abdomen tightened and relaxed, and even the tip of its tail trembled.

The snowflakes were instantly stripped from his fur, weaving a hazy white veil in the air, and as they fell, they landed right on the tip of his nose, which he had just raised.

Wang Yu lowered its head and licked the fur on its front paws with its rough yet agile tongue. The barbed tip of its tongue combed away the icy downy fur, then it raised its paw to press against its cheek, the paw pads gently rubbing against the area around its eyes.

This is a human habit he has retained; he always feels uncomfortable with something on his face.