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Jiang Yuan's military pot was made carelessly; it basically involved tossing in whatever was available in the fridge. Despite this, when it was served to the two Dobermans, they were so excited they almost wanted to hop while eating.

Jiang Yuan scooped a portion for himself, then shared some with his father and Uncle Qiang, saying, "Give it a try, even the dogs love it."

Mr. Jiang glanced at Jiang Yuan, "Think before you speak."

Jiang Yuan chuckled and coaxed, "It should taste good, Dad, give it a try."

When it comes to eating, Mr. Jiang actually hadn't been so enthusiastic in recent years. Nowadays, he preferred to watch others enjoy the food he made; as for himself, he was content with something simple. Rich and hearty meals were more of a spiritual enjoyment for him, filling a void from the past.

However, the dog food Jiang Yuan made today indeed had an enticing aroma, even though it was made from leftovers from the past couple of days...