Asking like that is simply insulting.
But Ning An couldn't help but ask again, watching the Golden Retriever chewing cat food voraciously, even with tears in its eyes: "What kind of feeding standard did the seller give you at the time?"
"The seller said that one or two ounces of dog food a day would be enough, and to reward a little food when training it."
Wang Ruozhi had already given up fighting with the Golden Retriever and answered Ning An while panting.
"How much?"
This wasn't Ning An speaking but Aunt Li exclaiming beside him.
"One or two ounces, what's wrong?"
Wang Ruozhi looked at Ning An and Aunt Li, whose expressions were gradually turning strange, feeling somewhat puzzled.
He and the rich sister were strictly feeding the dog according to the seller's method, even weighing the dog food every time with an electronic scale, ensuring exactly one or two ounces.
What's strange about that?
