"Ha ha ha... You have done a great job this time, Daheng!" Zhao Yu's mother handed a chicken thigh to Daheng and said, "Here is your reward! You can rest assured, Daheng, I will not mention the dog meat meal anymore!"
"Woof woof..." Daheng barked. It could not withstand the temptation of the tasty chicken thigh. It took the chicken thigh and ran straight to the courtyard to eat it.
At this moment, Miao Ying was treating Zhao Yu's bruise on his arm. He suffered a bruise because he used his arm to block the iron bar during the fight, and now, the bruise was swelling up.
"You, you just don't listen to me!" As Miao Ying sprayed some medication on the wound, she complained. "If you had used the tactics that I taught you, you would not have suffered these injuries!"
"Come on!" Zhao Yu was unconvinced and said, "If I had used entirely my own ways to fight, I would have finished the job five minutes earlier, and would not be so passive!"