Heat up the stove, roast the beast, the smell of meat fills the village, roasting the hot air, making people's heads fuzzy. The little dog strolled outside the village gate, looking at the smoke billowing from the roof, and suddenly felt a little hungry. Just when he was about to sneak into someone's courtyard to grab a roasted leg, a crisp sound came from behind.

"Hey, you dog wants to be a thief?" A young man walking out of the courtyard pointed at him, a stick in his hand, his face halfred, halfsweat. The little dog froze for a moment, then quickly backed away, wagging his tail and barking: "Woof, woof!"

The young man named Shuidizi couldn't help laughing. He threw down the stick and went to the fire roasted beast: "You are still a child, you should know that roasting beast is for guests, not for you to snack on!" Shuidizi took a piece of roasted beast, which was still sizzling, and said: "Little guy, don't be shy, have a piece, it's hot!"