When the last piece was solved, no one was surprised anymore; it felt like it was to be expected. It was Ice-type, balanced just right.
Finally, when the work was done, Baozi cautiously trotted out from the corner, circling around Luo Qianqian, who quickly squatted down and hugged Baozi, "Our family's Baozi has grown up again, have you missed me?" She rubbed its fluffy head with her palm.
The Samoyed, true to its reputation as a smiling angel, always looked happy.
Luo Qianqian giggled as she pulled out something magical from her suitcase—dog food, "Look how good I am to you, you foreign mutt. You haven't eaten this before, have you?"
...Everyone collectively fell silent. So, foreign dogs have different food from domestic ones? What, is the stuff abroad spicy? Isn't dog food just the same old flavor?
Baozi had been excited when Luo Qianqian took out the dog food, but after she poured some out, it sniffed and then ran away.
