When it came to riding pigs, Shen Tang could offer a few excuses.
Last time, over a meal, they had talked about raising pigs, how castrated pork was fattier and tastier, and a few things to keep in mind when raising pigs. She had thought that was the end of it—perhaps one day, on a whim, she might catch a few piglets and raise them. Who would have guessed that the next day, when the sun slanted through the window and she climbed out of bed with sleepy, squinting eyes, Lin Feng would bring in water for her to wash up with, her face brimming with barely concealed delight?
"What's the good news today?" After rinsing her mouth and wiping her face, she teased, "Your smile's about to reach the backs of your ears."
Lin Feng was clearly beaming, but she put on a show of composure, even lowering her voice to sound more mature. "Mr. Chu told me not to say. He said Young Master has to go see for himself. It'll be a surprise."
Shen Tang was completely baffled, but she still managed to shoo Lin Feng out. She straightened the hem of her undershirt and changed into clean clothes. Using her fingers as a comb, she gathered her hair into a bundle, then smoothed down the stubborn flyaways with a wooden comb. With a hair tie in her mouth, she tied up her hair as she walked out of the room.
Lin Feng had been waiting impatiently.
"Quickly, Young Master," she urged in a low voice.
"Don't tug on me. I'm coming, aren't I?" It was rare to see Lin Feng, who was in mourning, display the childlike innocence and youthful exuberance of a girl her age. Shen Tang grew a little excited too and waved her