Every day Yan Zhengya would tell the woolly pig not to chase the chickens, and then every day the woolly pigs would turn a deaf ear and happily rush into the fence to chase the chickens. This seemed to be part of their daily routine.
In the pen, chickens fly and pigs dance. Without the rooster, the woolly pigs and several hens can be evenly matched, and sometimes even slightly better.
After chasing the chicken, the woolly pig ran to a basin of water in the yard and took a bath by himself. Yan Zhengya would prepare several basins of water for the woolly pig every day, just to wait for it to take a bath when it was tired of playing. After all, it is a very clean animal.
Little Pig.
The furry pig shook off the water drops on its body, and then ran in circles on a flat stone. When it was playing happily, a shadow suddenly appeared in front of its eyes. The next moment it was hugged by a pair of warm hands.
"Oh, this little black pig is really cute and fluffy. It's not as hard as the hair of other wild boars." The person who picked it up sighed with a smile.
"Really? Really? The boss asked me to touch it." A person next to him asked with interest.
But as soon as the man reached out, Maomao Pig felt very scared, as if something heavy and scary was about to come over him.
"Don't touch it, it can't stand your pressure. It's just a mutated pig, you are a dragon." The person holding it stopped the other person from touching it.
The furry pig breathed a sigh of relief, then looked up at the person holding it. Ah, it's a sister. Yaya said that such a good-looking person should be called a sister. This sister is so comfortable holding her, ah, so comfortable, so comfortable
, sister scratched her chin. Snoring, snoring, sister, I want more, I want more.
Tianmiao couldn't help but laugh again as he looked at the furry pig stretching out in his hands and its tail beginning to wag.
"Maomao Zhu, you can't call him Yaya, you have to call him daddy." Tianmiao's mouth didn't move, but Maomao Zhu found that he could hear this sister's voice.
"Snoring? What's daddy?" Maomao Zhu was surprised to find that he could talk? No, no, it seemed like he could talk to this sister in his mind.
"Dad, I am the one who takes care of you, loves you, and gives you food." Tianmiao touched the fur on the furry pig. It was a bit long and knotted in some places. Tianmiao slowly
These hairs are sorted out, and the spiritual consciousness is used to directly communicate with the hairy pig in its mind.
"Ah, that Yaya is my daddy! I will call you daddy from now on." Hairy Pig said happily.
"Boss, you can ask it what it wishes for." The man next to him who frightened the furry pig spoke again.
Wishes? What are wishes? Maomao Zhu is confused.
"No need, it doesn't even know what a wish is now. Let's ask again when it knows." Tianmiao said this. After speaking, he touched the plump pig's belly again, "Pig, you
If you have something to ask us about, you can see us if you want, you know?"
Snoring? What does this mean? Maomao Zhu doesn’t understand it at all.
"Mao Mao Zhu, it's time to eat!" Yan Zhengya's call came from the room.
"Hululu, sister, daddy told me to eat, I'm going to eat." Maomao pig scratched Tianmiao's palm with its trotters.
Tianmiao smiled and put the woolly pig down. The woolly pig quickly ran towards the house, ran to Yan Zhengya's side, then raised its trotters and pointed outwards.
"What's wrong? You lost a fight with a group of chickens and asked me to avenge you? No, aren't those hens no longer your opponents? What do you want me to see?" Yan Zhengya followed the woolly pig to the door.
, looked towards the yard. There was nothing strange in the yard, which made Yan Zhengya a little confused as to what the wooly pig was expressing.
The furry pig tilted its little head and looked into the yard doubtfully.
Strange, where are the two people just now? Where is the sister who touched it and made it feel comfortable? Why are they missing?