(Story) Dog meat hot pot shop Qiao Er is forty years old, in a remote part of the county town, opened a dog meat hot pot restaurant. As soon as the words fell, there was a sudden emergency brake sound and a terrible dog bark not far away. The next day, Qiao Er's hot pot restaurant did not open. Day three, day four... The door remained closed.

<h1 class="pgc-h-arrow-right" > Qiao Er, who is forty years old, opened a dog meat hot pot restaurant in a remote part of the county. </h1>

Although the store is small, although the location is poor, Qiao Er knows that as long as the service is on the line, there must still be customers, as the saying goes, the wine is not afraid of the deep alley.

In order to make customers eat delicious and rest assured, Qiao Er's dogs are killed and peeled and washed, and then he personally takes charge of the cooking. Sure enough, this batch of customers gradually increased, busy Qiao Er sweated and was happy.

On this day, a black sports car stopped in front of Qiao Er's hot pot restaurant. As soon as the car door opened, two black long-haired dogs jumped down from the car, and when he looked at the long silky hair, Qiao Er knew that this was a very valuable dog breed, and only rich people could afford it. But what Qiao Er didn't understand was that taking the dog to the dog meat hot pot restaurant, was it difficult to let the puppies also taste what it was like to be the same kind?

Qiao Er was thinking, and several men in suits and leather shoes came down from the car, and one of the fat men pointed to the two famous dogs he had brought and said to Qiao Er, "Take it!"

Qiao Er was stunned and did not react.

"Don't understand?" The man smiled arrogantly, "We brought the ingredients ourselves, as long as you have your craft, you know?"

Qiao Er said with embarrassment: "These two seem to be famous dogs, right?" And it's a little too small. ”

"Hahaha..." The people all laughed loudly, and the laughter was arrogant and arrogant, which made Qiao Er listen very harshly.

The fat man said, "Aren't you just two dogs, you just have to do it, so much nonsense!" Do you know who we are? Can you eat those cheap grass dogs?" When he saw that Qiao Er had not yet moved, he emphasized in a contemptuous tone, "Isn't it money?" Rest assured, not a penny will be less than yours!"

Qiao Er couldn't help but say another sentence: "This dog must be very expensive, it is a pity to eat it."

<h1 class="pgc-h-arrow-right" > the voice just dropped, and suddenly there was an urgent brake sound and a terrible dog bark not far away. </h1>

Qiao Er turned his head to see a famous dog lying not far away, a motorcycle parked in front of it, and there was a pool of blood on the ground. Just now everyone was just talking, and no one noticed that the dog ran away. The owner of the motorcycle was standing there at a loss, when he saw Qiao Er and the men coming toward him, saying "I'm sorry" with his mouth.

The dog, who was already about to be killed, was hit by a motorcycle, and Qiao Er wanted to see how these people would react. But before the men could speak, the dying dog jumped up and then limped over. It ran to the companion who was crouching obediently in front of the car, spat something out of its mouth, and then lay motionless on the ground.

Qiao Er was curious about what the dog had spat out, and when he looked closer, it was an ordinary bone. The dog, in his dying life, thought of bringing the bone to his companions.

Poor dog! Qiao Er's heart suddenly surged with an inexplicable taste.

The living dog meekly lay beside his dead companion, sticking out his pink tongue and licking the blood-stained hairs of his companion. Licking slowly and intently, Qiao Er felt sour in his heart.

The fat man came over and said, "Well, now you don't even have to kill the dog!" After saying that, these people laughed "haha" again, that contemptuous and arrogant laughter, Qiao Er sounded like a ghost crying wolf howl, disgusting to the extreme!

Without a word, Qiao Er walked into the small shop, took a shovel, patted the living dog lovingly, and then picked up the dead dog and walked towards the field not far away.

The fat man's group saw it and shouted, "What are you doing?" Kill it, we'll wait for the wine." ”

"Roll!" Qiao Er did not know where the courage came from, facing the group of guests, he raised the shovel and posed with a desperate look.

<h1 class= "pgc-h-arrow-right" > the next day, Qiao Er's hot pot restaurant did not open. Day three, day four... The door remained closed. </h1>