Jiuyue was especially happy today.
As soon as Duan Mingyuan entered, he heard her humming a tune in the kitchen, accompanied by the sound of knife sharpening.
Hearing the door, Jiuyue called out proactively, "Mr. Mingyuan, you're back, and there's something delicious today!"
Moments later, he saw the treat Jiuyue was talking about.
A crane nearly one meter tall, its body entangled in a net, its beak bound with rope, its crimson eyes sending him constant signals for help.
"Look, what a big White Feather Chicken!"
To give her distant friend a hearty welcome, Jiuyue wanted to adjust the kitchen knife to its sharpest state.
In the meantime, her friend seemed to have a lot to say, but Jiuyue believed that there was no need for many words among friends; once the meat was in her stomach, she would naturally understand everything about friends.
"That's a crane."
Duan Mingyuan bent down to untie the rope from the crane's beak, correcting her.
