Su Zhen saw Xiǎohēi catch the steamed bun cleanly, her eyes curving into crescent moons. Her fingertips broke off an even larger piece, and this time she deliberately tossed it toward the artificial rockery on the east side.
Xiǎohēi dashed off on its short legs, its furry tail held straight like a flag, cutting a sharp arc across the bluestone flags. It was even more agile than the trained dogs performing tricks at the Western Market the other day.
"What a clever little imp!"
Chapter 366