Familiar situation, familiar formula.
As Liu Zhang clapped his hands and stood up cheerfully, everyone who had just helped subdue George all jumped up and ran away from him in three steps.
"Xiao Liu, how did you master the skill of hiding dog excrement on your body?"
"Don't you mind the smell?"
Liu Zhang scratched the back of his head and said with a foolish grin, "I specifically raised a few pups. This dog poop is guaranteed to be fresh and warm. Do you need some too?"
"No, no, no, we don't...."
Liu Zhang curled his lip and said regretfully, "You know, this kind of fresh warm dog poop is hard to find outside."
George, who had been forcibly stuffed with poop, was initially too stunned to react. He was drowning in a whirlwind of rage at being offended by these lowly people. When he finally sensed the salty and soft object in his mouth, the rancid smell hit him full force.
