"Keep spouting nonsense and I'll feed you to the General."
He Tingchen, praised by Fang Anning for his good looks, immediately straightened his face with seriousness.
The General is a Tibetan Mastiff raised by the He family, with a coat of black fur. Its round head and eyes larger than copper bells make it look particularly menacing.
Fang Anning is quite afraid of it, thankful that it's kept in a cage, and she always passes by cautiously.
"Why feed the General? He doesn't eat lamb skewers; the cumin is too strong. He likes big bones."
Fang Anning sat down with a playful smile and picked up a skewer of lamb to eat.
"The taste is really good, delicious."
Fang Anning took a bite and opened her eyes wide in admiration.
After finishing one skewer, however, she couldn't help but ask with suspicion, "Is this lamb? Why does it taste a bit different from the lamb skewers I've had before?"
"There was a problem with what you ate before," the man said.