The Big Black Dog That Strides Like a Cat

Bu Fang was yawning as he opened up the entrance of the store. A burst of cold wind blew into the store and was mixed with the cold autumn rain. The rhythmic drizzle was like a curtain as it completely enveloped the entire sky.

Entering the kitchen, he took out the radishes to carry out his daily knife skill training. Then he cooked a few other practice dishes and carried one of practice dishes that was still piping hot to Blacky.

"Blacky, it's time to eat," Bu Fang placed the dish within the store and called Blacky to come in. It was still raining outside and it would be bad to get wet.

As Blacky breathed in the fragrance, the lazy dog actually stood up and enchantingly strode into the store like a cat… Then it began to gobble down the food within the bowl.

Bu Fang remained expressionless as he thought, "Why is a dog walking like a cat?"