"Awoo..."
Sweet Heart seemed to have been stimulated, uttering a low howl like a mix between a wolf and a dog.
Shen Cheng reached out to twist the dog's ear and turned her head to shout, "Boss, a serving of ham, extra spicy!"
Sun Yan: ...
Sweet Heart: "Whimper! Howl! Woof—!"
The boss quickly brought over the ham, with a thick layer of chili on top.
Shen Cheng used chopsticks to pick up a piece and held it in front of Sweet Heart, her eyes curved in a smile as she said, "Come on, take a bite."
Sun Yan: ...
Women really are toxic! Even their smiles seem laced with arsenic.
Sweet Heart sat in place, looking pitifully at her, refusing to bite at all costs.
That piece of mustard-laden ham still lingered in its memory, so it felt not only aversion but also fear towards the ham!
"Awoo..."
Sweet Heart's plaintive howl seemed to accuse its owner of being dark-hearted and unscrupulous.
Its cries attracted a crowd of onlookers.
