Jiang Xia followed behind Da Huang, walking faster and faster.
"What kind of trouble did you get into?"
Just as the man and dog returned to the house one after the other, Grandpa Jiang also walked out from inside.
"What are you two in such a hurry for?"
Grandpa Jiang had barely finished speaking when he looked down and saw Da Huang dart behind Jiang Xia and push the door shut with its head.
"You even have to be sneaky about it? Da Huang, what on earth did you do?"
Jiang Xia crouched down, looking straight at Da Huang.
It was only then that he noticed Da Huang's cheeks were puffed out.
"Your mouth is—"
Before Jiang Xia could finish, he saw Da Huang open its mouth.
PLOP.
PLOP.
Two bright yellow oranges, covered in a bit of slime, were spat out by Da Huang and rolled onto the kitchen floor.
Jiang Xia's hand hovered in mid-air. He wanted to pick them up but was a little grossed out; if he didn't, he'd feel bad for spurning Da Huang's good intentions.
