The pumpkins in the basket weren't rotten in large chunks, after all, they are naturally easy to store and usually fine left out in the fields for a long time.
However, these pumpkins happened to be in a low-lying area, where the heavy morning dew had settled beneath them, leading to quite a few going bad.
Qiaoqiao lifted a pumpkin with one hand—okay, that wasn't successful, this long pumpkin was unusually bulky, so it had to be handled with both hands.
Then, aiming at the rotten spot, he lifted the kitchen knife and with a crisp 'chop', he cut off the bad part.
Glancing at the seven pigs in the pen who were looking on eagerly, he thought for a moment, then chopped the pumpkin into pieces, scooped out the insides, and then threw them into the pigpen one after the other.
There were many pigs; if he threw whole pieces, they would fight over them, making squealing and grunting noises, so cutting them up was better.
Oh, Qiaoqiao is so clever!
Qiaoqiao thought contentedly.
