Lin Zhen watched awkwardly as the horses lowered their heads and started eating the pasture grass as soon as they entered the ranch.
He'd just been saying that they might get nervous and refuse to eat in a new place. Their reaction was a real slap in the face.
The horses didn't care about Lin Zhen's pride. They happily munched away, even chirping as they ate, clearly delighted with the grass.
Once the staff released their leads, they pranced about on all four legs, trotting around in excitement.
It was clearly the Quality 2 Dogtooth Grass's effect: animals liked it +2.
One foal even ran a short distance, then flopped down on its own and rubbed its head and body against the thick Dogtooth Grass, completely heedless of what the grass might think.
There wasn't the slightest sign of nervousness or unease.
Lin Zhen said awkwardly, "These horses must be the optimistic sort, like how there are always some really optimistic people among humans."
What could he say when he ran into horses like these? It was just too much of a coincidence.
Just then, several more horses that had passed inspection were led into the ranch by the staff.
Lin Zhen immediately looked toward them. Surely not every horse was an optimist?
This was his chance to prove himself.
But what happened next left Lin Zhen stunned. As soon as these horses were led in, they did exactly what the others had: lowered their heads to munch on the grass, chirping happily.
"???" Lin Zhen felt that something was very wrong.
More optimistic horses?
The key was that he'd only said "optimistic horses" off the cuff. There was no such thing as a breed of optimistic horses.
This was completely unreasonable.
The horses had been held in quarantine for