The Darling of Heaven Owns a Rip-off Shop-Chapter 183 - 7: Piglet in the Palm
Every day, Yan Zhengya would remind the little pig not to chase the chickens, but every day, the little pig would turn a deaf ear to the advice and cheerfully charge into the pen to chase them. It seemed to be part of their daily routine.
In the pen, the chickens flew and the pig bounced; without that rooster, the little pig could even hold its own against a few hens, sometimes even coming out on top.
After chasing the chickens, the little pig ran to a basin of clear water in the yard to wash itself. Yan Zhengya prepared several basins of clear water every day just for when the little pig got tired after playing and needed a bath. After all, it was a super clean little pig.
The little pig shook the water droplets off its body and then started running in circles on a big flat stone. Just as it was playing gleefully, a shadow suddenly appeared in front of it. In the next moment, it was lifted by a pair of warm hands.
"Oh my, this little black pig is truly adorable, so fluffy, and unlike the tough hair of wild boars." The person who picked it up smiled and praised.
"Really, really, Boss? Let me touch it," someone nearby asked with interest.
But as soon as that person reached out, the little pig felt very scared, as if something heavy and terrible was about to oppress it.
"Don’t touch it. It can’t handle your presence. It’s just a mutated little pig, and you’re a dragon," the person holding the pig stopped the other person from petting it.
The little pig breathed a sigh of relief and then looked up at the person holding it. Ah, it’s a sister. Zhengya had said that a person as nice-looking as this should be called sister. This sister holding it felt so comfortable, ah, so comfy, so comfy, sister’s scratching its chin now. Snort snort, sister, more please, more please.
Tianmiao watched the little pig enjoying itself in her hands, its tail wagging merrily, and couldn’t help but laugh again.
"Little pig, you can’t call him Zhengya, you should call him dad." Tianmiao’s mouth didn’t move, but the little pig found it could hear the sister’s voice.
"Snort? What is dad?" The little pig was surprised to find it could speak? No, not really, it seemed like it could converse with this sister in its mind.
"Dad is someone who takes care of you, loves you, and feeds you meals." Tianmiao petted the pig’s hair, noticing it had grown a bit long and was tangled in some places. She gently untangled them, continuing to communicate directly with the little pig using Divine Sense.
"Oh, then Zhengya is my dad! I’ll call him dad from now on," the little pig said happily.
"Boss, maybe you can ask it if it has any wishes," the person who scared the little pig earlier spoke again.
Wishes? What are wishes? The little pig wondered.
"No need, it doesn’t even know what wishes are right now. We’ll ask when it understands," Tianmiao said, then petted the little pig’s round belly, "Little pig, if you ever need us, just think about it, and you’ll be able to see us, got it?"
Snort? What does that mean? The little pig didn’t understand at all.
"Little pig, time to eat!" Yan Zhengya’s voice called out from inside the house.
"Snort snort, sister, dad’s calling me for dinner, I need to go eat," the little pig tapped Tianmiao’s palm with its little pig trotters.
Tianmiao smiled and put the little pig down, and it quickly ran towards the house, heading straight to Yan Zhengya’s side before raising its little pig trotters and pointing outside repeatedly.
"What’s wrong? Lost a fight with the chickens and want me to take revenge for you? No, those hens aren’t your match anymore, are they? You want me to look at something?" Yan Zhengya followed the little pig to the door and looked outside into the yard. There was nothing out of the ordinary, leaving her puzzled about what the little pig was trying to convey.
The little pig tilted its head, looking puzzled at the yard.
Strange, where did those two people go? Where did the sister who made it feel so comfortable go? Why aren’t they here?
