Police dog squadron.
Red bricks, black tiles.
The sunlight filtered through the dense leaves and into the yard.
Dazhuang enjoyed the dappled sunlight while craning his neck in anticipation.
The bubbling steam rushed towards the roof, as if the rafters themselves were drooling.
Dazhuang was also salivating, squatting at the door, gazing at Jiang Yuan's figure in the kitchen.
The intelligence of an ordinary dog can reach that of a three-year-old child, while a specially trained police dog like Dazhuang can reach that of at least a five-year-old, and perhaps even a six or seven-year-old.
Dazhuang raised his head attentively, his eyes focused, and his mouth seemed to split into a smile.
He emitted gentle humming sounds, and the fur on his belly rippled, showing how extremely happy and excited he was at that moment.
Actually, Dazhuang couldn't see the pot, let alone the freezer, fridge, or any sort of food; all he could see was the busy figure of Jiang Yuan.
