In the yard of Zhao Jun's home.
Zhu Dashan glanced at the astonished look on Zhao Jun's face and burst into laughter. He clapped Zhao Jun on the shoulder and asked with a grin, "What do you think? Your grand-uncle has a good eye, right?"
Zhao Jun turned his head and stared blankly at Zhu Dashan, not knowing what to say.
It was impossible to explain.
If Zhao Jun said the dog was no good, Zhu Dashan wouldn't believe him. He'd just think Zhao Jun was unwilling to lend him a good dog.
Having no other choice, Zhao Jun could only nod. He went back to the storage shed to get a few hemp ropes, preparing to leash Black Tiger and hand him over to Zhu Dashan.
When Zhao Jun returned to the front of the house, he found Zhu Dashan already playing with Black Tiger. The old man was using his hands to playfully pull at Black Tiger, trying to get him to stand up on his hind legs.
