"I'll feed the chicks!"
Miaomiao grabbed the bamboo basket full of grain before anyone else could and dashed over to the chickens.
When they had come over to play yesterday, Miaomiao had already met these fluffy little creatures. They were tiny, like little round balls of fluff. The chicks were timid and always followed behind their mother. The slightest disturbance sent them jumping in fright, cheeping as they ran back to her, even trying to burrow beneath her wings.
But as soon as you scattered grain on the ground, they would flutter their tiny wings and rush over. Their black-bean eyes seemed equipped with radar, pinpointing every grain on the ground, while their little orange-red beaks aimed at their targets and pecked without pause.
Sure enough, Miaomiao took a handful of grain and gently scattered it. As the golden kernels landed on the grass, the chicks immediately swarmed over, chirping and pecking. Miaomiao could almost hear the constant, faint tapping beside her.
She bent down into a crouch and tentatively reached out, gently stroking one of the bolder chicks. The soft warmth beneath her fingertips made her eyes curve into crescents.
"Eat slowly. There's enough for everyone."
Little Jo carried two clean milk buckets and turned toward Damian, who was still standing where he was with his arms crossed. He called out enthusiastically, "Damian, want me to teach you how to milk a cow? It's actually pretty easy."
Damian's brows instantly drew together, and he refused on instinct. "No need. I'm not interested."
It was not really a lack of interest, but rather... the painful lesson Damian had learned the last time he milked Bat-Cow at Wayne Manor had left far too deep an impression.
If even Bat-Cow had been like that, the mere thought of milking another cow made