A farming master in Stardew Valley

Chapter 415 Something Wrong with Da Huang
When Leon was full, he ate up everything in Dahuang's bowl. Although this little guy looked small, his appetite was amazing. The amount of food in his bowl would make an ordinary person full. However, Dahuang looked at Leon unsatisfied after he finished eating.

"Not full?"

Looking at Dahuang pushing the dog bowl to his feet and rubbing it, the ups and downs of the dog bowl made a clapping sound with the floor, and Leon complained.

Upon hearing this, Dahuang shook his head, then nodded.

"What do you mean?" Lyon was confused by the shaking of the head and the nodding.

Fortunately, Dahuang was not an ordinary dog. He bit Leon's trouser leg and dragged him to the gas stove, then barked at the pot of pork rib soup.

"You want some soup?"

Leon asked after seeing this.

"Awooo!" Dahuang howled immediately, then ran over with his dog bowl in his mouth.

"You know how to eat. You know that the original soup should be used to dissolve the original food." Leon looked at Dahuang helplessly, but still added half a basin of pork rib soup to Dahuang's dog bowl, and did not forget to add a few pieces of pork ribs in it.

Da Huang waited quietly for the soup to cool down. He looked neither arrogant nor impatient and did not look like a dog at all. After observing for a while, Leon found that Da Huang occasionally stretched out his tongue and placed it above the dog bowl to test the heat emitted by the pork rib soup in the bowl to judge whether the temperature was suitable for drinking. He could not help but stroking his chin and complaining.

"Has this little thing become a spirit?"

Dahuang's ears pricked up, obviously hearing Leon's complaints, but he was too lazy to pay attention to Leon. He was still waiting for the pork rib soup in the dog bowl to cool down, as if nothing else mattered except the pork ribs and soup.

A serious eater, no, it should be said that he is a serious eater dog.

Lyon didn't pay much attention to Dawang. He started to clean up the table and then went to the sink to wash the dishes. After the bowls and pots were washed, Lyon was about to leave the kitchen, but he noticed that Dawang was biting his trouser leg.

"What's wrong?" Seeing that Dahuang didn't let him leave, Lyon asked in confusion.

Upon hearing this, Dahuang opened his mouth and came to Leon with the dog bowl that had been licked clean in his mouth. Then he stood up and imitated Leon's movements of washing dishes with his two front paws. Then he lay down, returned to the state of being on all fours, and nudged the dog bowl with his head.

"You want me to help you wash your dog bowl?" Leon roughly understood what Dahuang meant, but he still asked Dahuang to confirm.

"Wang!"

Da Huang nodded and barked, then moved closer to Leon's trouser leg and rubbed against it, as if he was trying to use his cuteness and coquettishness to get Leon to accept the commission.

"You're the first dog I've ever seen that's so particular. I'm sorry to call you Da Huang."

I thought of myself when I was still living in the village and I had raised a real dog. I never cared whether my food bowl was clean or not. I would just eat my food in big mouthfuls when it was time to eat, and my dog's sensitive tongue would have done the cleaning work.

Compared with the Husky named Dahuang, it looks much sloppier now. However, Leon did not reject Dahuang's needs. If the child likes cleanliness, then he should satisfy it. If he cares so much about whether his dog bowl is clean, then Leon will not have to worry about Dahuang urinating and defecating freely on the farm in the future.

Because this is a fastidious dog.

After simply rinsing the dog bowl, brushing it with detergent, and rinsing it twice with clean water, the clean dog bowl was placed in front of Dahuang. Dahuang then left the kitchen with the dog bowl in his mouth in satisfaction. Looking at the place where he left, it seemed to be heading towards the doghouse.

It was not difficult for Lyon to guess that Dahuang was planning to hide his dog bowl in the doghouse, which made Lyon speechless. Nowadays, even dogs know how to protect their iron rice bowl.

However, there was one thing that puzzled Leon. It only took him four or five minutes to wash the dishes. During these four or five minutes, Dahuang had already finished the pork rib soup and the pork ribs. The pork rib soup just out of the pot had a layer of lard on the surface, which was not so easy to dissipate heat, so half a basin of soup should be quite hot.

Otherwise, Dahuang wouldn't have waited there, but four or five minutes was not enough for the pork ribs soup to cool down. However, it was very strange that Dahuang could finish it in such a short time.

If this were winter, Lyon could understand it, but now it is spring and without the influence of natural temperature, it is not so easy to cool down such a pot of soup.

Thinking of this, Leon scooped a spoonful of pork rib soup from the pot with a spoon, put it aside and waited quietly. After waiting for two minutes, he tried the pork rib soup in the spoon and it was still a little hot.

The human tongue can withstand a maximum heat of 60 degrees, while the dog's tongue can only withstand a maximum heat of about 37 or 38 degrees. A cup-sized spoon of soup would make Leon feel hot after two minutes, but the soup in such a large dog bowl could be licked clean by Dahuang after just a few minutes. Obviously, something was wrong with Dahuang.

Either this guy's tongue is not afraid of being burned, or he used some special method to quickly reduce the heat of the soup when he was not paying attention. Either way, it proves that Dahuang is an extraordinary dog.

In addition, this little guy has a strong ability to distinguish human language and an intelligence that is no less than that of a child.

Leon couldn't help but look at Da Huang, who had hidden his food bowl and was walking around the farm, sniffing left and looking right, just like an old man taking a walk in the park to digest his food.

However, Lyon did not ask Dahuang this question directly, because he knew that even if Dahuang could understand what he said, he would probably not take the initiative to tell Lyon what the situation was.

On the one hand, this guy can't speak, and on the other hand, Lyon guessed that Dahuang had his own little thoughts, otherwise Dahuang would not have taken advantage of Lyon's inattention to complete the cooling operation.

After all, when the soup was served to Dahuang, Dahuang was lying beside the dog bowl and waiting quietly. At that time, Leon's eyes were on Dahuang, as if Dahuang wanted to let Leon know its specialness.

Then he would definitely show his uniqueness without any scruples, instead of waiting until Lyon started to be busy with other things and had no time to take care of it before making any small moves.

"It seems that the dog that the old man brought back to me is not an ordinary dog. Maybe I should find time to talk to the old man."

Leon withdrew his gaze from Dahuang and thought silently in his heart, let alone say anything, Dahuang's erect dog ears seem to have very sharp hearing. If it hears that he is trying to find out its secret, it may be stressed.

"I never thought that I would have to compete with my own dog one day. What secrets are you hiding, little one?"

　Okay, time to go eat. The third update is over. I’ll make up for the chapter I missed yesterday next time. I still have to plan the rest of the plot, so I’m a bit stuck.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)