"What's going on with us?"
Chen Ming looked at Dahei, then at He Qing, and hesitated before asking.
Having suddenly come upon an answer, He Qing, overjoyed, did not bother responding directly but instead crouched down, hugged Dahei's head, and vigorously petted him twice: "Dahei, my dear, you really know how to help! When I get back, I'll treat you folks to a feast tomorrow!"
"Eh?"
Upon rethinking, "Why should I treat them to a feast?! I was clearly helping someone else, right?"
After pondering a bit more, she nodded again and instructed Dahei, "I misspoke, I misspoke, it's not me who's inviting."
She pointed at Chen Ming, "This uncle here will treat you to a big meal."
Chen Ming: ...What did I do to deserve being called an uncle?! And now I have to treat this dog to a feast, the very one that scared my wife away!
With a wronged expression on his face, he looked at He Qing with accusing eyes.
