On this day, the autumn sky was clear and refreshing, and the sun rarely came out. Yan Zhengya was lying on the corridor of the main hall sunbathing with the little pig Mao Mao in his arms. Mao Mao found a comfortable spot, leaned against Yan Zhengya's belly, squinting his small eyes, enjoying the sunlight.
"Sigh, people say children change every day, growing quickly. Why aren't you growing? If you keep eating like this, even a landlord's family wouldn't have extra food. And I'm not even a dumb landlord, just a poor Daoist." Yan Zhengya sighed deeply.
"Oink?" Mao Mao raised his head to look at the sighing Yan Zhengya and stretched out his little hoof to pat Yan Zhengya's belly, as if trying to comfort him.
"If this continues, we won't have enough to eat," Yan Zhengya deliberately sighed again, with a bitter expression.
"Snort!" Mao Mao suddenly stood up and dashed out with his four little hooves.
