"Go, call Master Dog here. Read the book at midnight." The Eagle Claw King ordered his left and right.

Master Dog?

My boss and I looked at each other, and everyone was surprised.

Why does a new judge suddenly appear and can still determine our victory or defeat?

Looking at the Tianfeng Tower, Fat Ding looked like an old god, and did not show any surprise at this emergency.

Could it be... this guy has known it long ago?

Not long after, the dog appeared.

Well, how should I describe it?

There is a poem that says:

White belly and yellow hair with mixed spots, sharp mouth and ears, straight forehead and wrinkles.

If you ask, this is He Family Wang, a pastoral dog in the ninety-nine states!

No...

Master Dog, is it really a dog?

In addition to being surprised, I cast inquiring eyes at the Eagle Claw King.

"Hahaha." The Eagle Claw King laughed, "Don't worry, the dog has eaten more good things than I, Mr. Zheng, in my life. It is reliable to have it to judge the outcome."

Just kidding.

Is this reliable?

No matter what I thought, the dog had already shook his tail and ran to the picnic basket in Tianfenglou, lowering his head to sniff the leftover vegetables.

Dogs eat leftovers, this is a traditional project.

But unexpectedly, after a few sniffs, it proudly raised the dog's head and walked away.

oh?

I watched coldly.

Next, it walked to our picnic basket again.

It was also a sniff.

I gradually understood a little... No wonder this dog didn't appear at the beginning. It turned out that it didn't have to eat it at all. It was using its nose to determine the quality of a dish.

The picnic baskets on both sides were sniffing, and the dog seemed a little confused. After glanced around, it rushed to the judges who were eating happily.

Ha, can’t help but try the snake soup in our Yunlailou?

When I saw Master Gou, even the judges who were as respected as the white-bearded old man, he took the initiative to make way.

Sure enough, Master Dog walked straight to the stone pot, lowered his head and went to lick the soup...

Alas!

Didn't eat it?

Master Dog's tongue stretched halfway, and before he could touch the noodle soup, he suddenly shrank back.

After that, Master Dog slowly retreated to the center of the open space and barked up to the sky a few times.

"This is..." I guess, this guy has decided our victory or defeat?

"Xiao Ding, please translate the words of Master Dog." The Eagle Claw King said to Fat Ding.

I quickly took my chin that fell to the ground back.

What does it mean?

"Yes." Fat Ding bowed to the Eagle Claw King, then strode to the Dog Master and bowed: "Hello Uncle Master!"

Well, the chin that I just picked up dropped again.

What's going on?

Could it be that Fat Ding’s master is also a dog...

Just when I was surprised, Fat Ding had already squatted down beside Master Dog, and each person and dog started to communicate intimately.

After a moment, Fat Ding stood up and announced: "Gou Master said, this competition..."

The proprietress pinched my shoulder nervously.

"Go, no victory or defeat." said Fat Ding.

scare?

"Silence!" The twilight jumped up first.

"Shameless! Shameless!" Tongtou wanted to rush over, but was pulled by Master Wu.

"Everyone, don't be impatient." The Eagle Claw King said calmly, "Gou Master's judgment is not wrong. As for Xiao Ding's translation, I guarantee the reputation of Eagle Claw Gate, and I will definitely trust it."

I frowned.

It seems that the relationship between Eagle Claw King and Fat Ding is really different.

"Impossible." Chattered, "Just looking at everyone's eating behavior, you can know who wins and who loses, right? How can you make one..."

I quickly covered his mouth.

As the saying goes, beating a dog depends on the owner. Even the Eagle Claw King is polite to the dog. Let’s not let the trouble come out of the mouth.

"To be honest, I have the same doubts." The Eagle Claw King said openly, "Xiao Ding, can you let Master Dog explain?"

Fatty nodded and communicated with Master Gou again.

Then, he cleared his throat, stood up and said to me, "Uncle Master said that if the exquisiteness of the dishes, there is no difference between the two sides."

I admit this.

Although Master Wu's sword skills may be better, Fat Ding can make a basket of dishes exactly the same as wild vegetables and fruits, which is not just about stuffing the ingredients in it.

But, can a dog know this by just a few smells?

This is a bit amazing.

"Then, from the point of being attractive, you are better here." Fat Ding said again.

"This is human words." said chirping.

But he immediately thought that this was actually a "dog" word, so he looked amused and crying.

"But the taste of both sides..." Fat Ding continued.

But when I heard his tone, a sense of ominousness arose.

"Yunlailou is still slightly inferior." Fat Ding said the final result.

"What?" When I heard this, I was furious and pointed at the judges surrounding the stone pot and shouted: "Who has the better taste and can it be more convincing than this?"

The judges were silent too.

"This is not what I said." Fat Ding spread his hands, "This is what Uncle Master said."

The dog whined twice and expressed his agreement.

Like your sister!

"If you don't tell me a reason today, I will fight for this life and make a pot of braised dog meat with bamboo shoots!" I took out my cloud-winged purple gold knife and inserted it hard on the ground.

"Don't be anxious, don't be anxious." Fat Ding put his ears to Master Dog's mouth, "I'll ask again."

Master Dog whimpered.

"So that's how it is..." Fat Ding showed an embarrassing look on his face, "Uncle Master told me the reason, but..."

"Say." I made a decisive move.

"Uncle Master said, there is a smell of cow shit in your soup..." Fat Ding hesitated.

The smell of cow shit?

I was suddenly killed by lightning.

"It really... smells like cow shit?" I stuttered.

"Uncle Master's nose is not wrong." Fat Ding said, "But there are no cows nearby, where does cow shit come from?"

"Yes, it really smells of cow shit, we won't taste it?" The judges looked at each other in shock.

Although others can't taste it, we cannot shamelessly deny a fact.

In this soup dish, cow shit does exist...

When I looked back, the boss lady and the others looked ugly.

"I told you a long time ago that I can use snake powder to drive away everything. Isn't that a problem?" Tserg complained.

"I used snake-repellent powder, not seasoning powder - the snake skin was peeled, the snake flesh was cut, and the cold water was soaked in hot water. Can this still leave the smell of cow shit?" I said to myself in disbelief, "It's right... the dog's nose."
To be continued...