A heretical cultivator in Bureau 749, I'm the fiercest at pulling out tendons and skinning peop

That day was a weekend.

It's rare to get a day off.

Ji Zuodao originally wanted to sleep in, but he was woken up early in the morning by Dog Master's paw.

"You brat, get up! I want dumplings today!"

Ji Zuodao groggily opened his eyes, looked at the barely dawning sky outside the window, and then at Dog Master, who was lying on the head of his bed, full of energy. He felt an inexplicable anger rising within him.

"Hey Dog, what time is it?"

"What time is it? The sun's already high in the sky!"

Dog-Master declared confidently, "Young man, you need to go to bed early and get up early! The early bird catches the worm! Don't you understand?"

Ji Zuodao took a deep breath and suppressed his anger.

"Okay, let's eat dumplings. I'll go out and buy some."

"Buy? What a waste of money! Can store-bought dumplings ever taste as good as homemade ones? Thick skins, little filling, and full of additives! Make your own!"

"Make it yourself?" Ji Zuodao's eyes widened. "I don't know how!"

"You can learn if you don't know how!" Doggy patted his face with his paw. "Young man, you should learn more! It's always good to have more skills! Understand?"

Ji Zuo said: "..."

He felt his blood pressure soaring.

But he endured it anyway.

He got up, washed up, and then went out to the market to buy pork, cabbage, chives, eggs, and dumpling wrappers—he really didn't have the confidence to knead the dough and roll out the wrappers himself.

Back home, he carried the things into the kitchen and began preparing the filling.

He first washed the pork clean, placed it on the cutting board, picked up the cleaver, and prepared to chop the filling.

Just then, Dog Grandpa strolled in slowly, squatted down at the kitchen doorway, and watched his movements.

"etc."

Ji Zuodao's raised kitchen knife stopped in mid-air.

"What's wrong?"

"How are you planning to chop this meat?"

"Chop it into minced meat," Ji Zuo replied matter-of-factly.

"Vulgar!" Doggy scoffed. "Even the filling has its nuances! How can you generalize like that?"

Ji Zuodao's hand holding the kitchen knife began to tremble slightly.

"Then... how should I chop it?"

Dog Master cleared his throat and, in a tone as if imparting a martial arts secret, slowly said:

"Look, this pork comes in lean and fatty parts. The fatty part needs to be minced into minced fatty meat, which is greasy but fragrant. The lean part needs to be minced into minced lean meat, which is firm but not moist. And the cartilage needs to be minced separately into minced cartilage, which is crunchy and has a layered texture."

"So, you need to separate this whole piece of meat first. Separate the fatty meat from the lean meat, and the cartilage from the cartilage. Then, chop them into three different textures for the filling. Finally, mix them together in a certain proportion. This way, the dumplings will have a richer and more layered texture!"

After saying that, Doggy looked at Ji Zuodao with a "did you learn something?" expression.

Ji Zuodao stood in front of the cutting board, holding a cleaver in his hand, looking at the whole piece of pork in front of him, and then at Dog Master squatting at the door with an expectant look on his face.

He felt his sanity crumbling at a visible speed.

This is fucking pork!

It's not a damn engineering project!

Do we need to subcontract and divide the work into layers? Do we need to mix it according to a certain ratio?

Why didn't you let me make a PowerPoint presentation to report on the progress?!

He took a deep breath, then another.

I tried to tell myself to calm down, calm down, this is my dog, my own dog.

You must be patient.

Be tolerant.

Have a loving heart.

But when he turned his head, he saw Qiqi watching TV in the living room, and on the TV was playing "Water Margin"—

As luck would have it, they were performing the scene where "Lu Zhishen punches the bully of Zhenguanxi".

On the television, Lu Zhishen's fist, the size of a vinegar jar, was pounding solidly into the face of that scoundrel Zhen Guanxi.

The voiceover features Lu Zhishen's deep and powerful roar: "You scoundrel! You bully the weak and fear the strong! You forcibly abduct women! Today, I will act on behalf of Heaven to bring justice!"

And then there was Zhen Guanxi's pig-like screams: "Hero, spare my life! Hero, spare my life!"

With that rousing background music, it was so cathartic and exhilarating!

Ji Zuodao looked at the scene on the TV, then looked down at the kitchen knife in his hand, and then at Dog Master at the door with a smug look on his face.

I feel like I've been given a buff.

Oh shit!

I can't take it anymore!

Who the hell could tolerate this?!

Tolerable or unbearable!

This is intolerable!

"Dog Lord!"

Ji Zuodao suddenly raised his head, his eyes blazing with fury.

"You've gone too far!"

He raised his fist, not caring about the kitchen knife anymore, and rushed to Dog Master in three steps.

When Dog saw his stance, he didn't dodge; instead, his eyes lit up.

Oh? You want to make a move?

Come on, let's stretch our muscles!

He even provocatively beckoned with his claws: "What? Want to spar with me?"

"Let's practice then!"

Ji Zuodao roared and threw a punch.

Doggy dodged to the side, easily avoiding the attack.

"Hey kid, not bad speed, just a bit off your aim!"

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Ji Zuodao threw another punch, this time with a whooshing sound, clearly adding some spiritual power.

Dog Lord easily dodged the attack, and even swept Ji Zuodao's ankle with his tail, almost tripping him.

"Tsk tsk, young man, you've got too much of a temper. You need to learn to control your emotions, understand?"

"I'll control your grandpa!"

Ji Zuodao completely let himself go, throwing all notions of respecting the elderly and caring for the young, or feeling guilty and wanting to make amends, to the winds.

He had only one thought in his mind right now:

Beat him up!

Beat that old dog to the ground!

Let him know why the flowers are so red!

A man and a dog engaged in a fierce "fight".

It was called a fight, but it was actually just Ji Zuodao attacking one side and Dog Master dodging one side.

Ji Zuodao's fist was powerful and fierce, but it didn't even touch a hair on Dog Master's head.

Dog's movements were incredibly graceful and agile; he moved nimbly and skillfully in the confined space, as if he were in an empty room.

He would also occasionally provoke Ji Zuodao with words, which made Ji Zuodao howl in anger.

Inside the room, chickens flew and dogs barked, and dust billowed everywhere.

Su Xiaoxiao, Ao Yan, Ni Yu, Xiong Meng, Jin Xiaoman... a group of monsters were all attracted by the commotion and gathered around the door, watching with great interest.

"Hey, how long do you think Dog Master can hide?" Jin Xiaoman asked, cracking sunflower seeds with a gossipy look on her face.

"I'll bet an incense stick's time." Ao Yan crossed his arms, looking on with an expression of anticipation.

"I'll bet half an incense stick's time." Ni Yu covered her mouth and chuckled. "Didn't you see the little Taoist's eyes? They were practically spitting fire."

"I think Dog Master did it on purpose," Su Xiaoxiao said thoughtfully.

Just as everyone was discussing this, a young, slightly puzzled voice rang out:

"Qiqi... wants to play too!"

Everyone was taken aback and looked down.

Suddenly, Qiqi was standing at the edge of the area where the man and the dog were "fighting".

She was wearing a pink dress and had two pigtails.

She watched Ji Zuodao chase after Dog Master and beat him up, and then watched Dog Master nimbly dodge. Her little face was filled with excitement and curiosity.

In her view, this wasn't a fight, it was a game.

Just like in the movies.

Ji Zuodao's elder brother is Lu Zhishen, and Dog Lord is Zhen Guanxi.

They're acting!

"We'll fight Zhen Guanxi too!"

Qiqi waved her little fists, shouted in her childish voice, and then, with her short legs, rushed into the battle.

She seized the opportunity, taking advantage of the moment when Dog Master had just dodged Ji Zuodao's punch and was still not on his feet, and raised her little fist, delivering a "thud" to Dog Master's furry butt!

This punch wasn't very powerful.

But the timing was incredibly precise!

The angle was incredibly tricky!

Dog Master never expected that someone would attack him from behind, especially not little Qi Qi!

He stumbled and almost lost his balance.

"Ouch!"

He exclaimed in surprise and turned around to see Qiqi standing behind him, her little face flushed and looking at him excitedly.

"Seven Seven hits! Seven Seven hits Zhen Guanxi!"

She jumped up happily, clapping her little hands and giggling.

That smile was innocent and pure, as radiant as the warm sunshine.

Seeing her happy expression, Dog Master swallowed back the curse that was about to come out of his mouth.

Well, this little rascal has joined the battle too.

This fight is out of the question.

He sighed helplessly, plopped down on the ground, and rubbed his buttocks where Qiqi had hit him.

"Okay, okay, you're amazing, you're amazing. I, Dog, admit defeat."

Qiqi was even happier when she heard this. She ran over, hugged Dog's neck, and rubbed her little face against his fluffy head.

"Dog is the best! Qiqi loves Dog the most!"

Dog was a little itchy from her rubbing against him, and couldn't help but sneeze.

But those droopy dog ​​eyes were full of undisguised laughter.

Ji Zuodao stood aside, watching this scene, and couldn't help but laugh.

The anger I felt just now had vanished without me even noticing.

He stepped forward, squatted down, and reached out to pat Dog's head.

"Alright, old man, stop pretending. Get up, I'll make you dumplings."

"Three kinds of fillings?"

"Three kinds of fillings."

"Then I want to eat sixty! No! Eighty!"

"You'll stuff yourself to death!"

"Hehe, I'm having a great appetite!"

Sunlight filtered through the leaves, dappling the yard and falling on the person, the dog, and the child.

warm.

The tense atmosphere from just moments ago instantly transformed into a warm and friendly one.

Seeing this scene, Su Xiaoxiao couldn't help but smile.

She turned her head and whispered to Ao Yan beside her:

"Do you think Dogmaster did it on purpose?"

Ao Yan was taken aback: "What do you mean, intentionally?"

"Intentionally provoking Xiaodaodao, deliberately fighting with him, deliberately luring Qiqi over..."

Su Xiaoxiao's eyes were bright and sparkling, as if she could see through everything.

"He just wants to get everyone lively again."

Ao Yan paused for a moment, then smiled.

He looked into the yard and saw the old black dog being hugged by Qiqi, who was acting cute while complaining, "Be gentle, you're going to break my neck."

Yes.

That old man, though sharp-tongued, is wiser than anyone else.

In this way, he helped everyone let go of their heavy guilt.

This has filled the home with laughter and joy once again.

This must be what Doggy is all about.

That old black dog, so mean and cheeky, yet warmer than anyone else.