"Right, you think I'm right. That old bastard just left me alone." Yan Zhengya continued to ramble.
"Later, I developed the habit of talking to myself. Oh, I know you can't understand, a pig, or such a black wild boar."
"Okay, let's go back and I'll get you something to eat. But, what do wild boars eat? Oh, no, I can't call you a wild boar from now on. You are a pig with a name now. A hairy pig!"
"Snort!" The furry pig made another sound.
"I'm a little doubtful, are you an ordinary little wild boar, or are you a pig demon?" Yan Zhengya touched the hairy pig's little head.
"Snort, snore." The furry pig rubbed its little head against Yan Zhengya's palm.
Yan Zhengya was tickled by the rubbing, and laughed loudly: "Of course you are not a pig demon. How could a stupid pig demon like you get into the arms of the exorcist by yourself?"
When one person and one pig returned to the Taoist temple, the sky had completely darkened.
Yan Zhengya heated up the steamed buns and mixed them with bacon and had a meal. Then he looked at the hairy pig that was staring at him with black eyes, and thought for a moment: "Do you want to eat the steamed buns?" Then he handed the other steamed bun to the hairy pig.
of mouth.
As a result, the woolly pig opened its mouth and started to bite, chewing and chewing, and the food was delicious.
In addition to being dark, soft and easy to maintain.
Yan Zhengya labeled Maomao Pig again.
In the evening, when Yan Zhengya was taking a bath, he also bathed the woolly pig. Then he hugged the woolly pig into the bed and slept together. Not to mention, it was almost autumn and it was a bit cold. It was really cool to sleep with a little pig in his arms.
Comfortable.
However, the next morning, Yan Zhengya was awakened by a strange feeling on her face. As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw a pair of pig trotters stepping on her face. Seeing that Yan Zhengya woke up,
The furry pig seemed very happy and stepped on it even more cheerfully.
"Stop, my handsome face is going to be deformed by you." Yan Zhengya sat up, and the woolly pig fell down with a grunt, and then Yan Zhengya reached out to catch it, "I have to go out to do something today and hand over the weasel monster I caught yesterday.
Once the order goes, you can play at home and don’t go out to the yard, you know?”
Maomao Zhu obviously didn't know what Yan Zhengya was talking about, and tilted his little head to look at Yan Zhengya in confusion.
"I can't take a pig out. I've put food and water in a bowl for you. If you're hungry, you can eat it yourself." Yan Zhengya got up, washed up, and muttered while washing her face. The woolly pig was spinning around Yan Zhengya's feet.
, finally Yan Zhengya knelt down and wiped it, and then it stopped spinning.
But when Yan Zhengya was about to go out, he bit Yan Zhengya's trouser leg and refused to let go.
"I'll be back in the afternoon."
"Relax now, I will be back in the afternoon, I don't lie to people, oh, I don't lie to pigs, really!"
"You're going to chew your pants off. I don't have many pairs of pants left."
"Okay, okay, I'll take you there, take you there, and stop talking."
"Really, I'm going to spoil you. I'm going to raise you up and then eat you."
"Hey, I told you to eat, what do you mean when your stomach growls? I put some food for you, but you don't eat it, do you blame me? Forget it, buy some buns to eat, will you eat them?"
…
Yan Zhengya was lying in his arms with a bun in her mouth and a bun in her hand. She tried hard to hold the bun with her two front hooves, but she couldn't hold the woolly pig firmly. Yan Zhengya ignored the strange looks from the people around her.
I'm seriously thinking about a question. Is the stuffing in these soy sauce pork buns pork? Is it okay to feed them to woolly pigs? Probably not. After all, one is a wild boar and the other is a domestic pig. They are different species, so it shouldn't be considered cannibalism.
He didn't even think about how a little wild boar that was less than a month old could eat food like steamed buns.