"Well, you little spy!" Su Shi noticed the movement, suddenly turning around and holding the oil-paper package high in the air. "Trying to snatch your uncle's midnight snack? No way!"
Xiǎohēi was not about to back down, pressing its front paws against Su Shi's cyan robe and climbing right up, its collar bell clinking against the Xiezhi pendant at his waist. Amidst the standoff between man and hound, the oil-paper package dropped to the ground with a smack, releasing the aroma of braised meat mixed with the bitter freshness of pomegranate leaves into the dusk.
Han Zhi couldn't help laughing at the sight, continuing to lead Su Zhen into the courtyard as he said, "It seems our 'little spy' has his mind more on the braised meat."
Chapter 368