Gong Lu was playing with the eight-year-old dog in the yard.
The dog's name was Egg Yolk, and it was a
It sat on the ground and stared straight at the bone in Gong Lu's hand. From time to time, it would use its gaze to signal to him to place the bone on the ground.
It never took food from people's hands directly. It would only eat when the food was placed on the ground or in its bowl.
It was probably afraid that its teeth would accidentally knock against someone's hand.
Yan Zhengchen sat under the eaves of a veranda and watched Gong Lu play with the dog with a cup of hot tea in his hand.
"If you like dogs so much, why don't you keep one?" Yan Zhengchen couldn't help but ask when he saw that Gong Lu was in such a good mood.
