By the time Cang Er came out to eat, Zhu Xin was already squatting in front of the food bowl again.
Qiaoqiao went up the mountain to feed the other Baobaos, and with no one to answer his questions, he squatted there studying for a long time, utterly failing to see what secret lay inside that made the dogs enjoy their meal so much!
To be fair, the dog food in the evening was much more substantial than during the day; pumpkin, winter melon, large bones, corn kernels, Yuxing Grass—the meal had both meat and vegetables. It was just that sticky, pasty thing that looked like wheat bran...
What on earth was it?
He wanted to learn, but what if it was someone's secret recipe? After all, the dogs were raised to such a standard that they could sell for five-digit prices.
He thought and thought, and eventually gave up.
