Qian Yixiu took the little monkey into her arms. Although it only weighed four or five jin, her slender frame struggled to hold it. The little monkey, held by her, was unwilling, constantly sniffling and wiping away tears, as miserable as could be.
Qian Yixiu said, "Little Monkey Monkey, don't be sad. You'll have good days with me, you'll even have meat to eat..."
As she made her vows, she freed one hand to gently rub the cluster of slightly longer white hairs behind its neck. After a while, the little monkey not only stopped crying but also hummed contentedly. It wrapped its little paws around Qian Yixiu's neck, rested its head on her shoulder, and wiggled its little bottom on her arm, treating her as if she were its Monkey Mother.
This little monkey had impressive skills at acting cute.
The Little Monk watched with a hint of jealousy and said, "How strange, it never did this when I held it."
