Chapter 13
Erase the ComplicationsAfter sating himself on food and wine at Caffé Rossetti, the man returned to the farm the next day, and the dog's natural suspicions were once again on display.
“The dog knew me,” he thought “and acted suspicious as soon as I got out of my car.”
“Hello,” the hunter waved at him as he walked from his barn. He seemed full of spirit that day. Apparently, he was in it for the money too.
“Hello. What is the plan for this morning?” the visitor asked.
The trifolào said they had been practicing under hazelnut trees, and there would be some truffles there. But now he said that his best crop comes from the oak trees on the northern part of his farm.
“I couldn't care less where he got his truffles from,” the smuggler thought to himself. “He still thinks I'm her
