Although he'd heard Zhao Youcai, Zhao Jun paid White Dragon no mind. In his opinion, a dog that could throw a fit wasn't truly hungry. If it was starving, it would go find food itself.
Besides, the meat was sitting right next to it. It could eat whenever it wanted.
Another reason was that Zhao Jun was exhausted. It was just as he'd told Lin Xiangshun: he hadn't run in the mountains for this long in ages. After dinner and a hot foot soak, his back and lower back began to ache. Once he lay down on the kang, he didn't want to get back up.
So, Zhao Jun left White Dragon alone.
The next morning, Zhao Jun didn't wake up until a little after six.
He had woken up a bit late. The moment he stepped out of his room, he saw Zhao Youcai dishing food onto a plate.
Today, he had made stir-fried cabbage with wood ear mushrooms.
Cultivated wood ear mushrooms were already available by this time.
In their village, a few families made a living cultivating them.
