Chapter 249: Chapter 185: Seller: I Never Said the Golden Retriever Could Only Eat 1 or 2 Meals Forever!

"Huh?"

After reading the method to return a wish, Ning An was a bit dazed.

What kind of solution is this?

He knew about dog food and cat food; dogs can indeed eat both.

But it shouldn’t be that a bag of cat food makes an aggressive Golden Retriever become docile, right?

Could it be that this dog had a high before, and there happened to be something like opium in that bag of cat food?

Ning An shook his head, somewhat confused, deciding to wait for Wang Ruozhi to come out of the Prayer Hall to ask.

In the livestream room, the viewers also heard Wang Ruozhi’s wish and were collectively surprised, mouths agape.

"No way, buddy, with such a good chance to make a wish, even if there’s a side effect, it’s not worth using it on a dog, right?"

"Yeah, take the courage you had when you wooed that rich woman; don’t be so timid, okay?"

"Can’t you look at it from another angle? This dog is the rich woman’s dog; if you cure the dog, aren’t you curing the woman’s trouble? Once that’s done, do you think anything would be missing?"

"Brilliant! Instead of wishing for money or other things and paying a price, why not directly please the rich woman? It not only makes money quicker but is also painless and cost-free!"

"High-level! Absolutely high-level!"

...

It didn’t take long before Wang Ruozhi came out of the hall.

His gaze fell directly on the Golden Retriever, seeing it still as madly aggressive as before, he couldn’t help but feel a bit disappointed.

"Brother Sect Leader, do you think the founder could heal animal illnesses?"

Ning An chuckled inwardly: Whether the founder can do it or not, I don’t know, but the system can.

Ning An pointed to a chair not far away, indicating for him to sit, while comforting him: "Sincerity leads to success, take heart as a layman. As long as you are sincere, your wish will definitely come true."

Then, Ning An picked up a tea cup, took a sip, and said, "Have you not taken it to the pet hospital before?"

"It’s been checked all over, all possible tests have been done, and the doctors say it doesn’t have genetic diseases."

Wang Ruozhi, a bit troubled, ruffled his hair, turning smooth hair into a bird’s nest instantly.

"Could it have eaten something it shouldn’t have had before, and then got addicted?"

Ning An casually asked, "Just like many things that lead humans to addiction, they’re actually applicable to animals too."

"Absolutely impossible!"

As soon as Ning An finished speaking, Wang Ruozhi stood up excitedly, swearing on the spot: "My sister and I would never touch such things! If I’m lying, may I get impotence, go bald, and then get pancreatic cancer..."

Not only Ning An, but the viewers in the livestream room were also a bit stunned listening to him.

"Damn, isn’t that a bit harsh?"

"Just hearing the content of this oath, buddy, gives me goosebumps."

"Alright, alright, you don’t need to say more, we get it."

Ning An was also a bit helpless; he hadn’t said much yet.

However, towards Wang Ruozhi’s agitated expression, Ning An felt no annoyance, but rather a faint warmth welled up inside him.

The relentless anti-drug efforts of Dragon Country over the years have clearly shown results!

As the saying goes:

In Dragon Country, if you’re involved in prostitution, gambling, or even a murder case, brother, I can still think of a way to help you;

But if you’re involved in drugs, sorry buddy, I’ll have to send you to meet Jesus ahead of the police!

"That’s strange."

Ning An rubbed his chin, really unable to think of another possibility.

After all, the hospital was visited, and the dog itself had no problems.

It hadn’t eaten anything addictive in the past, leading to a current addiction.

Then what was the reason that a bag of cat food could restore the Golden Retriever to normal?

"Little Daoist, Little Daoist."

From the temple gate, an auntie carrying a basket, with a cloth bag on her back, hurried over.

It’s here!

Ning An glanced at the Golden Retriever, it was still agitated but didn’t pounce, perhaps because it hadn’t caught the scent yet.

"Aunt Li, what’s got you so flustered, did your cow start smoking again?"

Ning An rose to greet her, stepping forward to help the woman remove the cloth bag, which was quite heavy, probably about thirty pounds, and chatted with her with a smile.

"Oh, you kid, how many years ago was that, and you still remember."

The woman called Aunt Li blushed slightly, teasing him twice.

It was quite the coincidence, back when Ning An was a child, eating hundred-family meals with his master in the nearby village, he happened to encounter Aunt Li working in the field.

Seeing it was an old Immortal from Changchun Temple, Aunt Li happily wiped her hands on her clothes, saying her house was nearby, warmly inviting them to dine at her place.

Before the master could agree, young Ning An raised his head and foolishly pointed in a direction: "Aunt Li, is that your house?"

Aunt Li laughed, not understanding: "Yes," and young Ning An came out with that classic line:

Aunt Li, does your cow smoke?

Thanks to Ning An’s sharp eyes, he saw the faint black smoke in advance, saving most of Aunt Li’s family property.

It’s been over ten years since then, and that classic line has continued to be talked about far and wide in the nearby villages, becoming quite a legend.

Later, with the national policy, Aunt Li’s family cemetery was smoking green; the high-speed rail route passed right through their land. The compensation for hundreds of acres of farmland catapulted their family upwards.

They didn’t exactly soar into the skies, but they did become well-known millionaires in the region.

Changchun Temple, in its days of sparse incense offerings, has managed to persist until now, thanks largely to Aunt Li’s family coming to offer donations from time to time.

Thus, just hearing Aunt Li’s voice, Ning An eagerly greeted her from afar.