Yan Zhengya said we might start running out of food soon. Although it sounded a bit exaggerated, it was becoming an alarming reality. The little piglet was just too good at eating, and if they kept lazing around, this winter was going to be tough.
So, Yan Zhengya took the little piglet and went down the mountain to get some jobs.
The weather was getting colder, and as Yan Zhengya tucked the little piglet into his arms, he suddenly thought of a question.
"Little piglet, are you a girl pig?" Yan Zhengya looked down at the piglet in his arms.
"Grunt?" The piglet made a questioning sound.
"I haven't seen you grow any eggs, so you should be a girl pig, right?" Yan Zhengya pondered seriously, "If you're a girl pig, then you definitely can't run to watch me use the toilet anymore, you hear?"
"Grunt?" The piglet continued to make a questioning sound.
