Someone shouted loudly: "Eat it, that's a meat bun!"
Another person said: "Throwing a meat bun at a dog, let's see if it goes without returning."
Someone questioned: "A dog as big as a calf, is it still a dog?"
The brave ones looked at Black Stripe and secretly mused:
"I've heard black dog blood is a highly nourishing thing; such a large amount of black dog blood, wouldn't it over-nourish someone to death? If I could sell a bit of black dog blood to those high officials and nobles with bodies hollowed out by wine and women, surely I'd make a fortune!"
Black Stripe vigilantly observed the surroundings.
Seeing those people pointing and talking but showing no intent to attack, its tense body slowly relaxed.
It cautiously approached the meat bun, carefully touched it with its nose, detected no danger, hesitated for a moment, then extended its crimson tongue and swallowed the bun.
As soon as the bun entered its mouth, an unprecedented taste exploded on its tongue's taste buds.
