Super Uncle

Xiao Quan glanced at the watchdog at the gate, with a pointed muzzle, flat ears standing upright. It was clearly a Chinese native breed. It seemed that this era had much to do with ancient China, but Xiao Quan still wasn't sure what dynasty it was.,Now even the stable boy who fed the horses is gone, leaving only Xiao Quan and the dog in the kitchen.,He gazed at the bright moon in the sky, and was reminded of a particularly fitting poem. He couldn't help but recite: "Before my bed, the bright moon shines, / Like frost on the ground it seems to be. / I lift my head to see the moon high, / And lower my head to think of home."。