Looking at the bottom of the valley, Ping'an saw it was safe, and quickly said, "Dad, go check on the little wild boar. I want to keep it!"
"Sure, hold onto my neck tighter."
Zhang Guoqing agreed without a word. Not to mention a little wild boar, even if it were a tiger, if his son wanted to keep it, he would pull out its teeth to make it obediently play with his son.
After a few leaps among the rocks, Zhang Guoqing and his son reached the bottom of the valley, approached the brave little wild boar, and found it had already been killed with a single palm strike.
Little Ping'an pouted and looked at his dad sadly.
Zhang Guoqing helplessly scratched his head. His son didn't mention it beforehand, otherwise, if he acted sooner, maybe he could have saved the pig.
Seeing this, Ping'an consoled him by patting him, "I was just talking. Even if I keep it, I can't take it home, and if I did, they'd probably make us turn it in and slaughter it for meat."
