Seeing that, the other merchants waiting for their permits also began clamoring, one after another, wanting paw print stamps of their own.
And so, Bao Bei—keeping his left hand in beast form as a dog paw—continued pressing both the official approval stamp and his paw print stamp onto the documents.
"Bao Bei, thank you for your hard work today."
Once the reception desk closed for the day, the female clerk prepared a basin of warm water, fragrant soap, and a cream, then gently washed Bao Bei's dog paw that had been dirtied by the stamping ink. She carefully massaged it, soothing the paw pad and fur, which had been roughened by the ink, with the cream.
"Bao Bei's paw stamp is super popular."
"What if we made this an exclusive service for this fort? We could charge a small extra fee for the paw print version."
"Bao Bei, how about it? If you don't want to, there's no need to force yourself, okay?"
