Ye Qingtang looked at the Yongle Tribe General and nodded without saying anything else. Meanwhile, the big yellow dog was sitting on her lap, wagging its tail nonstop.
"Hey, little kid, why aren't you inviting us back with you? That's right, prepare more food for me, and make sure that the food is prepared with care. My stomach is very delicate," the big yellow dog told the Yongle Tribe General.
The Yongle Tribe General froze as he heard the big yellow dog speak.
"Ancestor Qing, this is…" the Yongle Tribe General stared at Ye Qingtang, not understanding the situation.
Hearing that, Ye Qingtang's mouth twitched and she said, "My celestial pet."
"Celestial pet…" the Yongle Tribe General looked at the big yellow dog. It didn't look like one at all.
"Is there a problem?" the big yellow dog asked.
"No, I was just curious, please forgive me. I will make sure to prepare the food properly," the Great General quickly said.
