The little mixed-haired dog used its paws to climb up the side of the stove, lifting its small head up towards the top of the stove, yowling "oww..."
Clearly, the little fellow knew there was something delicious in the pot, its mouth watering with desire.
Su Qingyue scooped a cooked pig bone with a spatula from the pot and placed it in the puppy's bowl in the corner. The bone was so long that it didn't fit in the bowl and almost tipped it over.
The little bastard knew this was for it, and yowled "oww..." in gratitude, excitedly rushing to grab the bone. But it was too hot, so it quickly retracted its paw and guarded the bone while waiting for it to cool.
Seeing it looking both greedy and patiently waiting for the bone to cool down, Qingyue couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"What is that delicious smell?!" The neighbor, Qian Zhang's wife, who was passing by the courtyard fence, smelled the aroma and entered the Xiao Family's courtyard, heading straight for the kitchen.
