Qiaoqiao is now quite skilled at feeding pigs. He lifted the bucket and poured it into the pig trough. Three pigs immediately rushed over contentedly, munching away without lifting their heads.
He stood there watching intently and suddenly got a bit curious: "Mom said in the spring we'd get a boyfriend for the pig mama, and we have to separate pens and move them to the Riverside Beach... So, will the piglets be white, or will they have patterns like you did when you were young?"
"Do we need to cook food for those piglets?"
This question clearly exceeded his knowledge. He muttered to himself, looking around but unable to come up with an answer.
Seeing the three pigs devour the food like a whirlwind sweeping away the fallen leaves and still not full, Qiaoqiao paused and comforted them expertly:
"We'll bring you the rest after we have breakfast."
