Chapter 81: Letting Them Off Cheaply

"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.