After Grandpa kicked "Black Emperor," it did not even bark. It merely lifted its butt slightly before continuing to lie there and sleep.
Its owner had returned, yet it did not even wag its tail.
"Black Emperor, I'm back. Aren't you going to wag your tail?"
As I spoke, I crouched down and rubbed Black Emperor's head.
It looked like an ordinary mutt, its black fur glossy and bright.
It was hard to tell that it was an old dog more than ten years old.
Black Emperor did not even open its eyes. Its drooping tail gave two token swishes before going still again.
Zhang Yuchen took a look and smiled.
"Brother Jiang, your dog is pretty aloof."
Before I could answer, Grandpa laughed and said,
"Hahaha, my dog has always been like this.
It doesn't like paying attention to people, but it can tell good from bad.
When good people pass by, it doesn't make a sound.
But if bad people pass by, it'll bark its throat raw."
We all looked at Black Emperor.
Zhang Yuchen also wanted to pet its head, but before his hand could touch Black Emperor's head, it let out a low, rumbling growl.
Grandpa hurriedly stopped him.
"Don't touch it, don't touch it. Other than me and Ningzi, no one can touch this dog.
Country dogs aren't like pet dogs in the city. They recognize their owners strongly.
It bites."
After hearing Grandpa say that, and seeing that Black Emperor really did have that kind of temperament, Zhang Yuchen withdrew his hand.
Grandpa continued,
"Are you three hungry? Should I heat up some food for you?"
Mao Jing and Zhang Yuchen hurriedly waved their hands.
"Grandpa, we're not hungry!"
"That's right, Grandpa, none of us are hungry. Go get some sleep!"
I nodded as