“Why is there so little meat?” The soldiers of the attacking wolf group who were waiting for the chef to serve the dishes after gongs and drums complained when they saw the broth in the bowl.
“Don’t say it, the wild wolves you called had only this kind of meat.” The soldiers cooking said with emotion: “They live in this valley, and their lives should not be too bad.”
“Don’t grab it, this piece of meat is mine.”
The soldiers have snatched up the wolf meat left in the bowl.
No one was listening to what the soldier behind the kitchen said.
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