Xiao Hei and Fatty Mao Er, who followed Old Jin closely, quickly stopped in their tracks, forcing their bodies to roll aside, narrowly avoiding the attack of the toxic smoke.
Although they weren't as miserable as Old Jin, the strong stench in the black smoke still made them feel dizzy.
"Oh my god! Boss, are you making dumplings or producing biochemical weapons? It's killing this cat with the stench!" Fatty Mao Er shook off the dust on his body vigorously and shook his little head, which was groggy from the smoke.
"Master, woof~ what on earth did you do? Did you use durian to make dumplings?" Xiao Hei barely stood up, his four little short legs wobbled for quite a while before he finally leaned steadily against the wall and breathed a sigh of relief.
