Bai Hui's Mother

Although all sheep were technically bovids, sheep had far more personality than common water buffaloes and yellow cattle. They were often wild and unrestrained, roaming the mountaintops of poetry and distant lands, scaling sheer cliffs that humans could only gaze up at.

Statistics showed that among police callouts caused by livestock, sheep consumed the most manpower. Every now and then, villagers would call the police to report that their sheep had climbed onto some treacherous cliff where they could neither go up nor down, waiting for the cops or firefighters to figure out how to kick them back down.

Kicked down today, climbed back up tomorrow—that happened all the time.

Liu Chang'an thought about it for a while. It was not entirely impossible that Zhu Juntang might really turn into a sheep. For a moment, even the mutton beneath his knife no longer smelled appetizing.

He recalled how herding sheep had still been a common sight in the eighties and nineties, and goat droppings had been everywhere. Their little pellets looked very much like Maltesers or dried jujubes, and people often mistook them for food... Much like how people nowadays spat out betel nut dregs, making others think they had spat out a piece of dog shit. The two had much in common.

After they finished the barbecue, the designated driver Zhong Qing had called arrived. As soon as she settled the bill, she immediately slumped over. Liu Chang'an helped her into the car. The driver could not help glancing several times at Zhong Qing's figure, then at Liu Chang'an. After letting out a long sigh, he put on a seat cover and gloves before starting the car.

Zhong Qing was staying at her aunt's house tonight. Her aunt was Bai Hui's mother, which meant Zhong Qing was staying at