Jinlian ate until her belly was bulging, and lay down on the ground, weak but satisfied, her tail still happily hitting the ground.
"Burp—"
She couldn't help but burp.
Just then, the servant who came to clean saw her and couldn't help but smile, "I've never seen a dog that eats as much as you do."
Jinlian lazily glanced at her, snorted through her nose, very aloof.
She was not gluttonous, she was just coincidentally hungry, and food at Arnold Simmons' house was quite good.
Right.
Where was Arnold?
Jinlian, realizing late, looked around and saw no one, then scurried to the kitchen on her short legs to find a servant.
"Woof woof woof—" Where is my owner?
"Woof woof—" Where is Arnold?
Of course, the servant couldn't understand dog talk and assumed she was hungry again, so she took another bone and put it down.
Jinlian just sniffed it, not interested in the slightest.
She was not a pig.
