As soon as the words were spoken, the Catfish God saw the barks-at-heaven dog approach with a bowl and chopsticks in hand: "Rabbit, don't say anything, just get me a bowl first!"
The Catfish God was infuriated: "barks-at-heaven dog, you've gone too far!"
"Shut up, it's not like I'm the one who chopped off your leg. It's already chopped off, and it would be a waste not to eat it. Wasting food is shameful, you know?" barks-at-heaven dog cursed while urging Yi Zheng, "Hurry up, give me a big bowl!"
"Rabbit, you..." the Catfish God roared.
Yi Zheng replied, "Stop yelling. As the saying goes, 'Plow at high noon, drops of sweat fall to the earth, who knows the food in the pan, every grain is hard-earned!' Wasting food is not only shameful, it is a sin!
There is a level in the eighteen layers of Hell that deals with food waste.
We do this to make full use of resources, accumulating virtue and kindness!"
The Catfish God was left speechless by these words, not knowing how to refute.
