The sound of dry grass being trampled echoed on the hillside. Da Wang raised its head and saw that Qiaoqiao had arrived, so it quickly trotted over:
"Woof..."
The masculine Da Wang knew how to act cute, especially these days when he heard the lively sounds from the house down the hill. Every time there was always extra delicious food...
What are we having this morning?
It peeked into the bucket in Qiaoqiao's hand, only to find a plastic bag inside, with a faint aroma of wine wafting from it...
"Woof..." Da Wang took a step back, feeling aggrieved.
A good doggy shouldn't drink alcohol.
But soon it raised its head again, its hot tongue licking Qiaoqiao's fingers, feeling that she wasn't very happy.
Qiaoqiao indeed wasn't happy.
For most of the time, it was he who fed the pigs on the back mountain. They knew how to enjoy it, and he even had to brush them with a shoe brush every day!
