After a long while, someone finally caught on.
"Oh my, Master Feng is absolutely right. We are even worse than pigs, these pigs don't even know to avoid us."
"Obviously, he's a master after all. How can the pigs in a master's eyes be the same as the pigs in ours?" A group of people shamelessly buttered him up, seemingly oblivious to how cringeworthy they were.
And Master Feng gradually calmed himself. He was still not skilled enough.
Although he had just spoken, his voice had trembled, and he hoped those silly pigs hadn't noticed. It seemed they hadn't, and that was good. If he couldn't even fool these foreigners, he would have dishonored his predecessors.
"Is this an Eastern black pig? It doesn't look like it at all; it's not black."
An African American uncle looked at the five pigs and then compared his own skin tone, which was darker.
