To get the three dogs fed quickly and well, Wang Juan even placed the basin of hot cornmeal mush in cold water to cool it down faster.
Then, she found a worn-out basin and a trough, divided the cornmeal mush between them, and fed the three dogs.
But the three dogs had already eaten at home that morning. It wasn't even nine o'clock, so Big Fatty and San Pang had no appetite. Black Tiger, however, devoured his portion and then turned to Zhu Dashan, wagging his tail pitifully.
Zhu Dashan's heart softened, and as a result, Black Tiger polished off all the remaining cornmeal mush himself.
Wang Juan watched with a mix of heartache and worry. She felt pained that good food was all going into a dog's belly, and she was worried Black Tiger would eat himself sick.
But when they saw Black Tiger finish eating, lie on the ground, and start licking his paws, she and Zhu Dashan finally relaxed and went back inside.
