The night breeze was gentle.
The breeze blew over the windowsill, brushing against one’s body, taking away the heat. It made people feel clear-headed and refreshed.
The night passed in silence.
The next day was bright and sunny.
In front of the old Qin family house, a wounded Bama piglet kept peeking over the edge of the courtyard.
Its little pig eyes were spinning around in its sockets.
"I don’t know if Pan’er is up yet? I didn’t mean to upset her yesterday, what am I going to do now?"
It smacked its lips, "Oh no, this time I’ve done it, I’ve really done it! Why am I so unlucky? I never get any good luck, but I always end up in a mess. This time, if I don’t die, I’ll at least lose a layer of skin!"
It was so worried that it just kept spinning around, wanting to leave, but unwilling to do so.
"But, I didn’t see anything yesterday! Oh my, this is killing me! This is so unjust, even more so than that proverbial Dou E who was unfairly blamed! Woo woo..."
It gritted its teeth and decided to stay. The struggle in its heart was unspeakable.
Just as it was dividing between to go or to stay, the bamboo door of the old Qin house opened!
Qin Yi came out from the house looking clear-headed and refreshed.
He looked down and saw it, immediately smiling warmly, and greeted it, "Little piggy, long time no see."
The little Bama pig was taken aback and quickly waddled over, shaking its head and wagging its tail.
"Judging by your full body of wounds, did you fall into some pit? Come quickly, we have plenty of meat at home, I’ll give you some."
This piglet is Pan’er’s pet, pleasing Pan’er with it sounds good!
The little Bama pig’s eyes rolled around, waddling after Qin Yi into the house.
Su Pan’er wasn’t in the kitchen, which was a relief.
Qin Yi was clearly in a good mood.
He scooped about half a bowl of meat chunks from the pot into a clean bowl and put it in front of the little Bama pig.
"Eat up! This is genuine wild pork, juicy and tender, very tasty!"
The comical pig couldn’t resist the meat’s scent.
It dove headfirst into the bowl, eating with a mouth full of oil!
Oh, the aroma, it’s so tasty...
It took one bite after another, refusing to pause even a bit.
Seeing this, Qin Yi shook his head repeatedly, "Slow down, what’s the hurry? There’s more in the pot if it’s not enough."
"What’s more in the pot?"
As the words fell, Su Pan’er, holding her aching waist, stepped through the door.