"Did he eat something of yours?"
Jim Thorne's face darkened, and he snapped back at them. He didn't care if they were old; if anyone crossed him, he was ready for a fight.
Tang Xiaonan wasn't happy either. 'It's not like we're eating someone else's buns. We bought these, so we can give them to whoever we want. How is it a waste of food for Dollar to eat them? Dollar saved our whole family. He's earned the right to eat meat every single day.'
The onlookers saw Jim Thorne's fierce expression. He was big and burly, with the look of a bandit, so they didn't dare say anything else. Besides, the New Year was just around the corner, and it was better to keep the peace. Better to just let it go.
Dollar devoured eight meat buns in one go, and his spirits returned instantly. His fur was still dull and coarse, though; it would take a few days of nourishment for it to recover.
"Still hungry?" Adrian Hawthorne asked with a smile, in high spirits.
