In the evening, before dusk, it began to rain heavily.
Tang Xian, Tang Xiaojiu, and Li Xiaoyu had no choice but to have dinner in the cabin.
Li Xiaoyu said,
"Do you really like it here?"
"Of course. No clamor to disturb the ear, no official documents to toil the body. The only thing in life to ponder every day is how to consume other creatures. This is the life I want," Tang Xian said.
Tang Xiaojiu widened her eyes and said,
"Yu doesn't like it here? But you do like it, don't you? You like it, don't you? I'll give you some of the lamb."
Li Xiaoyu felt somewhat out of place. She'd never experienced anything like this before.
Tang Xian said,
"A child's reason for liking someone is very simple and pure. Next time you come, bring some snacks and toys, maybe she will become your adoring follower."
"But I'm a little duckling," Tang Xiaojiu was confused.
She couldn't understand how she had turned from a fox to a duckling to a puppy within one day.
