Fangzheng said, "Patron, you will regret it if you continue walking this slow."
"I'll regret it only if I walk fast! Cut the crap. Slow down!" Han Xiaoguo said.
Fangzheng shook his head helplessly and finally reached the backyard before arriving at the kitchen's entrance.
Then, Han Xiaoguo nearly wept…
"Where's my rice! Wasn't there still some in the pot a while ago?" Han Xiaoguo pointed at the empty rice pot and bellowed.
Fangzheng sighed and said, "I told you that you would regret it. The remaining rice has been eaten by the dog."
"Dog? Where?" Han Xiaoguo burned with anger. He decided that he wanted to stew the dog for his meal!
Fangzheng looked behind Han Xiaoguo and said, "Behind you."
Han Xiaoguo jerked his head back and saw a silver wolf the size of a calf lying in a corner of the courtyard. It was looking at him with narrowed eyes, and the look in its eyes was as if it was looking at a retard!
