His master's big watermelon was good stuff. He often ran over and drooled.
"You have a good dog nose."
Little Fish snorted and tacitly agreed.
"Woof, I'll go back first."
The large black dog turned into a black shadow and ran away.
The other chickens, ducks, geese, and so on also scrambled to leave.
"Young Master has prepared something good for us again. Let's go."
The worry on the village chief's face immediately dissipated a lot. Inviting them to watch the show represented Young Master Song's support for their operation.
Although they did not know how powerful Young Master was, with such a powerhouse behind them, what were they afraid of?
A few minutes later.
Click, click.
The sound of melons being eaten appeared on the mountain. Everyone ate watermelons of varying sizes and revealed expressions of enjoyment.
