At dawn, rays of light passed through the window as they scattered all over the land.
Getting up from the bed, Bu Fang ruffled his hair and a yawn escaped his lips. He washed up before leaving his room. Before long, he walked into the kitchen.
After practicing his knife skills as per usual, he cooked the Sweet 'n' Sour Ribs for Blacky. Of course, he made a portion of Dragon Blood Rice for Nethery as well before bringing out both piping-hot dishes from the kitchen.
This was the only point in the day where Blacky would not be sleeping. With both its paws on the table, Blacky used both of its doggy eyes to stare at the Sweet 'n' Sour ribs in Bu Fang's hands.
Nethery's appearance was almost similar to Blacky's. She had the same anticipating look in her eyes as she looked at the food in Bu Fang's hand. It could be said that the most blissful moment in their life was when they were eating.
