Three days later, relying on her human intelligence, Zhao Han had coaxed the not-yet-married Eighth Miss into beaming with delight. She ate her fill of fat pork legs every day, making even the two personal maids who never lacked food or clothes drool with envy.
If she knew what Wenren Sheng had gone through, she could only sigh that people in the old society truly lived worse than dogs.
"Big Tiger, I heard the Beast Taming Master is here. Come with me and see what's so formidable about his dogs."
That day, a servant reported that the Beast Taming Master had arrived.
Eighth Miss was the restless sort and immediately had someone lead the way.
Half an hour later, on the manor's martial arts training ground, a pack of plump, sturdy hunting dogs lay obediently around a dried-up old man.
"I don't see anything special about these dogs." Eighth Miss swept her gaze over them and felt that none was even half as good as her Big Tiger. They all looked rather foolish.
How could they compare to Big Tiger's cleverness?
It now knew to wag its tail and drive away mosquitoes and flies for her.
"Hehe, a noble young lady like you naturally wouldn't think much of this old man's tricks. I merely scrape out a living in the martial world," the Old Man said without taking offense, following Eighth Miss's lead.
"What can your dogs do?"
"Nothing much. They simply won't eat food from strangers, can squat in place all night, won't bark when they see strangers, and know how to alert this old man," the Old Man said casually.
Who would have thought Eighth Miss knew her trade? She understood how simple those things sounded, and how difficult they were to teach a dog.
"Interesting. My Big