Lin Du opened the door to the storage room.
Before him lay a staggering stockpile of dog food—100,000 bags of it.
There was only one dog at home; how long would it take to eat all this? Even if Dashun ate eight meals a day, he would never finish it. In short, the amount was absurd.
When Assistant Liu received the delivery of those 100,000 bags, he held onto his glasses, so shocked he nearly dove into the pile to swim in it. If it had been rice, he would have thought Young Master Lin had lost his mind. But dog food?
Lin Du poured some of the kibble into a pan and stir-fried it, using a practiced technique and adding a few pieces of beef jerky and chicken breast. The fried bowl of dog food smelled delicious. Dashun hadn't been hungry, but at the scent, his mouth began to water.
Late that night, Lin Du leaned against the railing of the veranda, watching Dashun finish his meal. He reached out and stroked the dog’s head.
"While I'm away, take good care of my mother."
Dashun tilted his head, wondering: Dad, are you not coming back?
"Tiantian is weaning recently and is quite irritable. Keep an eye on her and don't let her run off."
Lin Du unfastened the chain from Dashun’s neck so he could move freely around the Lin Residence. Dashun excitedly lowered his front paws to the ground in a submissive, worshipful pose.
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