While Cheng Ye was eating, his mind was elsewhere.
Ling Sheng picked up a small potato for him. "So what if you're small? You have to eat well and grow tall."
Cheng Ye was unhappy. His heart was heavy as he asked, "Sister Sheng Sheng, what do you think Little Gray will do when we leave? Where will it be sent?"
Ling Sheng thought that something had happened, so she smiled and said, "Naturally, the donkey hide will be processed into donkey-hide gelatin, and the donkey meat will be sent to a butcher. Haven't you heard of the saying 'people in heaven eat dragon for meat, and people on earth eat donkey for meat'? Roasted donkey meat is absolutely fragrant!"
Cheng Ye's eyes reddened instantly. Tears welled up in his eyes, but he held them back. He picked up a bowl and started to dig at the rice, feeling terrible.
