Jiang Family's kitchen.
Uncle Qiang was chopping the filling with a kitchen knife, and once he finished, he piled it into the stainless steel basin.
Jiang Fuzhen came holding an ostrich, expertly deboning it.
Jiang Yuan stood in front of the stove, looking like a master chef as he prepared a secret marinade for meatballs using sweet potatoes, pumpkin, chicken eggs, duck eggs, duck meat, ostrich meat, and fish.
Everyone was bustling about, only Jiang Fuzhen, with a touch of concern, wiped off some sweat and said, "Jiang Yuan, if the police dogs don't eat this dog food, just feed it to the stray dogs, okay? Don't bring it home, I'm afraid it might stuff our Doberman to death."
"There might not even be enough to go around. Tomorrow, I reckon there'll be at least a dozen or twenty dogs," said Jiang Yuan as he stirred the minced meat, ensuring it was evenly heated, "this is going to keep us busy for several days."
