Chapter Six: Vicious Dog? Starving Dog!

The crowd was stunned, watching with wide eyes as Shen Miao pulled several ginseng roots from the jaws of a Siberian tiger and displayed them carefully.

"Most of the ginseng here is one or two years old, though some are five or ten. Occasionally, you can find centennial roots. I’ll set up individual links for each, so you can just click to purchase! Now do you believe me? We pandas never lie!"

"Awoo, we tigers never lie either!" Little Cutie wagged his tail frantically to curry favor. Shen Miao patted his large, furry head with satisfaction. "Good performance. Once the ginseng sells, I’ll buy you chicken."

"Awoo, no! Tiger wants roast duck!"

"Keep dreaming. Do you know how expensive roast duck is?" A single roast duck costs over a hundred; the thought pained the currently impoverished panda deeply. She slapped the Siberian tiger on the head, making his skull buzz. "Look at how much you eat every day! And you still want roast duck? You eat so much, so no roast duck for you! Go reflect on your behavior!"

The tiger, feeling gaslit by Shen Miao about eating too much, walked to a tree, drooping his tail and head in a state of existential crisis. The audience in the livestream room was equally bewildered.

[??? Wait, why does this tiger act like a dog?]
[I suspect this is AI-generated, probably using a Labrador model. Look at that tail wagging; it’s definitely a Lab!]
[Gasp! Has AI technology really advanced this far? But, honestly, looking at it this way, the ginseng must be wild and freshly dug!]
[The host’s prices don’t look too high. I’ll buy some to try!]
[Anti-Fraud Fighter: Hey, don’t be fooled by the host! What she’s digging now might not be what she sends you later. Besides, can you guarantee she didn’t bury them there herself? Don’t fall for this scripted livestream!]

After the "Anti-Fraud Fighter" spoke, the viewers who had been clamoring to buy ginseng fell silent. Having worked hard for half the day without a single sale, Shen Miao the panda grew anxious. She let out a fierce roar.

Don't mistake this Iron-Eating Beast for a mere plush toy!

"You, the Anti-Fraud Fighter across the screen, you are slandering and spreading rumors about us pandas! If you have the guts, join the live call! Don’t be a coward!"

[I’ll join, don’t think I’m afraid of you! You claimed you can understand animal language and solve animal problems, right? If you can solve my dog’s issue, I’ll apologize and donate a thousand 'buns' immediately!]

This "Anti-Fraud Fighter," a blogger with hundreds of thousands of followers who made a name for herself by exposing counterfeit products, was quite well-known. Many viewers began to chime in.

[Do you dare?]
"I dare, why wouldn't I?"

Seeing Shen Miao agree, the Anti-Fraud Fighter immediately connected to the call. Shen Miao was taken aback when she saw the person—the blogger was actually a young woman with large eyes wearing a face mask.

The woman spoke bluntly: "I don't believe you understood what that cat was saying. If you're so capable, tell me why my dog is always food-aggressive and bites people?"

The camera shifted, and Shen Miao saw a black-and-white Border Collie, less than a year old, on her phone.

[A Border Collie? That shouldn't be biting people. They're such intelligent animals, how could it have such a bad temper?]

Shen Miao stared at the Border Collie for a moment, finding nothing wrong. "I was just 'chatting' with it; your Border Collie seems to have a very good temperament."

Knowing the host was talking nonsense, Jia Yurong immediately put a bowl of dog food in front of the dog to demonstrate. "Don't let Marshal's current behavior fool you. Once he starts eating, no one can get close. If you get near, he gets fierce, and if you touch him, he bites!"

With that, Jia Yurong used a wooden stick to poke the dog. The Border Collie immediately bared its teeth and growled.

"Woof! Don't touch me! I'm starving to death! Whoever touches my food, I'll fight them! Woof! I told you not to poke me, I'm starving!"

With a sharp *crack*, the wooden stick was snapped in half by the frantic, red-eyed dog. The audience gasped.

"Look at my dog! Who could raise a dog like this? I'm at my wits' end! Host, didn't you say you could understand dog language? Ask him what he wants! Tell him if he bites anyone else, I’ll kick him out to live on the streets!"

[Holy crap, this Border Collie is vicious! Kick him out? He’ll be a menace on the streets! Why hasn't this dog been euthanized yet?]

The comments section began condemning the dog for being ungrateful. Shen Miao relayed Jia Yurong's words. The Border Collie, ignoring the scolding, continued wolfing down the food. After finishing, he looked up and whined, "If you don't want to raise me, then kick me out! At least I can find food in the trash! I'm starving! I can't die, but I can't live properly either. Woe is me, I've had the worst luck being stuck with someone like this!"

Having finally encountered someone who could understand "Woof-speak," the black-and-white, fluffy Border Collie suddenly began to sob. He collapsed on the floor, utterly defeated.

*Who among us pet dogs understands?* He had survived this long on only a tiny handful of kibble; the dog didn't even know how he had managed to stay alive!

After listening, the expression on Shen Miao’s black-and-white round face turned stern. "You are abusing your dog!"

"How is that possible?" Jia Yurong immediately retorted, picking up her Marshal. "I feed him on time and in the right amounts every day, I bathe him weekly, and I take him for regular checkups. How am I abusing him? Don't just sit there and make up rumors!"

This host, "Pandas Have Cats Too," was completely unreliable. Convinced that Shen Miao was just following a script, Jia Yurong was about to pull out her receipts and bills to expose her, when Shen Miao asked, "Then tell me, how much dog food do you feed him every day?"

"According to the instructions, one small handful, fifty grams."

"And what else do you feed him?"

"Nothing else. What else is there to feed him? I don't give him leftovers; too much salt is bad for dogs."

Upon hearing this, not only was Shen Miao stunned, her panda eyes widening, but the audience exploded.

[Good grief, a bottle of yogurt is fifty grams! It's a miracle this dog is still alive!]
[He hasn't eaten you yet—that’s a good temper! You call that food aggression? If he didn't guard his food, he'd starve to death!]
[This is tragic. He’s the ultimate endurance king! This isn't a vicious dog; this is a starving dog!]
[The host is right, this is abuse!]
[This is absurd. Fifty grams isn't even enough to get between my cat's teeth, let alone a large dog! Neither dead nor full... just lingering in hunger...]

Seeing the comments, Jia Yurong frowned, sensing something was wrong. "I just followed what the seller told me—fifty grams per meal, nothing else. Is there a problem?"