Local dogs are the best, not picky at all—they'll happily eat leftovers, rice, or even poop.
"True."
Ding Sihan and Chen Yu Ying agreed, so the three of them left the leash-free area, but sat down in the shade right next to the fence.
Some of the prepared foods had been heated in the supermarket. Now, when you opened them, you could still see steam rising.
The girls opened the foods and laid them out on the picnic mat, while Lin Li handed out the disposable chopsticks and gloves he brought to the two and then opened three bottles of drinks.
"Alright, we can start eating now. Throw all the trash into this bag for now, and we can toss it out later." Having organized everything, the picnic mat looked picnic-ready, and Chen Yu Ying clasped her hands together and said happily.
"Shall we toast first?" After the two had taken photos of the food, Lin Li handed them the drinks, asking.
"Sure."
"Clang!" The aluminum cans clinked above the food, the liquid gently swaying.
