Mianmian had no idea that her words would lead Grandpa Zhao and Grandma Zhao to misunderstand the state of her parents.
She followed the heavily pregnant sow, clenching her little fist tightly to cheer the pig mother on, "Piggy Mom, keep it up, you're the best pig."
After Mianmian finished speaking, the sow grunted twice, as if to express it had heard her.
With apples attracting the sow's attention, it wasn't long before the pig was led into the farrowing shed, lying on the straw that had already been spread out, continuing to grunt and groan.
The sow really liked apples, and it ate all the apples in the basket prepared by Grandpa Zhao while lying down. After eating, he sow struggled to its feet and changed direction, its eyes meeting Mianmian's gaze.
Mianmian smiled sweetly, "Be good, nice and good."
Her little hand patted the sow's head gently.
[Do you all remember, the little chicks also ran toward our Little Auntie like that.]
