Ao Qing was stunned for a moment, then he saw Zhong Qing bring over the leftover food.
"Disciple, it's a miracle that this dog didn't die, so I plan to keep it. Don't waste the leftover food in the future," Yi Feng instructed Zhong Qing.
"Master, your mercy is boundless. I will save the leftover food for him from now on," Zhong Qing nodded and said.
"Good disciple," Yi Feng smiled and praised him.
Listening to the two of them sing together, Ao Qing's face turned extremely pale. They were planning to feed him leftover food? No way! He was the son of the Heaven-devouring Demon Wolf, the Heaven-devouring Demon Emperor. How could he eat leftover food? This was a huge humiliation for him.
Humans! Damn, humans! He cursed in his mind. Ao Qing ran around the courtyard, kneeling to the human to save his life was one thing, but he couldn't stand this kind of insult. He vowed not to eat these leftovers, no matter what.
"Master, this dog won't eat," Zhong Qing said, looking at Yi Feng.
"Uh... maybe he's a little shy," Yi Feng said, patting him.
"What should we do?" Zhong Qing asked.
"Pour the food on the slate over there. He'll eat when he's hungry. You can continue to tidy up!" Yi Feng instructed.
This was too much! It was simply too much! Ao Qing turned his head, looking at Yi Feng with a hateful expression. Originally, Yi Feng could have spared him, but now he had only earned his resentment and shame.
Upon seeing this scene, Ao Qing was furious. "As a member of the Heaven-Devouring Demon Wolf clan, how could I submit to the hands of you humans?"
"Even if I starve to death today, I won't eat a single grain of rice from you mortals."
As soon as he finished speaking, his stomach growled again. Looking at his empty belly, he couldn't help but glance at the leftover rice and vegetables still emitting steam.
"If I leave the green hills, I won't be afraid of having no firewood. I'll make an exception this time," Ao Qing gritted his teeth.
"Just this once."
With Yi Feng and Zhong Qing out of sight, Ao Qing took a step forward and started eating the leftover rice and vegetables on the ground.
"This is delicious! That damn human can cook," Ao Qing said, satisfied after eating.
After he wolfed down the food, he still felt unsatisfied. At that moment, Yi Feng entered the backyard.
"You are such a despicable dog. You refused to eat before, and now you've eaten everything," Yi Feng looked at the clean stone board and smiled.
Ao Qing snarled at the remark, trembling with anger.
He now fully understood that this human treated him like a toy, using scraps of leftovers to insult him and taunt him.
But he dared not attack this human.
That night, Ao Qing grew more and more hateful as he thought about it.
The next day, when Yi Feng came to the backyard, Ao Qing bared his sharp teeth at him.
Yi Feng ignored him completely and walked into the back room.
Idle hands are the devil's playthings. Yi Feng remembered that the kitchen knife was not working well, so he decided to make a new one.
Forging is tiring. It requires the right amount of heat, strength, and shaping.
After mastering the skill, he hardly ever forged again.
"Oh?"
Suddenly, Yi Feng thought of something and looked at Ao Qing with a satisfied smile.
But to Ao Qing, that smile was downright chilling.
He didn't know what tricks this terrible human would play on him again.
"Hehe, come on!"
Yi Feng took Ao Qing by the leash and walked to the forge. The forge had bellows, and pulling the bellows could make the fire stronger.
Yi Feng thought that modifying the bellows a little and using the dog to push it like a donkey on a grindstone might save him some effort.
So he did it.
The bellows were soon modified by Yi Feng. He then tied Ao Qing to the bellows and hung a dog bone in front of Ao Qing's mouth.
This was like dropping a carrot in front of a donkey.
Thus, a perpetual motion machine powered by bones was created by Yi Feng.
"I am a genius," Yi Feng praised himself with a smile,
With a self-satisfied smile, Yi Feng kicked Ao Qing in the butt and shouted, "Get to work!"
"Human!" Ao qing seethed. "I cannot coexist with you."
He wondered why he was being humiliated like this. If this was the case, why not just kill him?
However, faced with death, he still lacked courage. Under Yi Feng's power, Ao Qing could only slowly start pulling the bellows.
But his hatred grew stronger and stronger.
As Ao Qing pulled the bellows, the fire roared to life. Yi Feng held a pair of tongs in one hand and a hammer in the other, shaping the red-hot metal in his hand.
"Bang!"
As the hammer hit the metal, Aqing's expression of resentment suddenly turned to one of disbelief.
"What...?"