"Hahaha." Lin Qingyan was amused by his words: "Comrade Lu, you're not going to tell me that your military achievements were not obtained through fighting, but through other means, are you?"

"No, that's not it. I haven't earned any military medals through any means other than fighting and doing missions. If you teach me pig farming techniques, maybe I can break that record."

"Hahaha." Lin Qingyan laughed again. "Comrade Lu, you really are humorous. Okay, I'll tell you which grasses pigs like to eat and which they don't. Look, this is called chicory, which pigs like to eat; this is called wild cucumber, the fruit, vines and leaves are very bitter, which pigs dislike the most; and this is cleavers, which pigs not only don't like to eat, but eating too much can cause poisoning; this is called alfalfa, which pigs also really like to eat..."

Although Lin Qingyan said a lot, Lu Zhengting remembered it all and was able to distinguish pig feed exactly as Lin Qingyan taught him.

After Lin Qingyan finished teaching Lu Zhengting, she stood beside him and reached out to pet the little rabbit. The little rabbit lay quietly on her hand. Its fur was smooth and soft, and it felt very comfortable to touch. Its eyes were as bright as rubies, and its little nose moved with its breath. It was so cute that it could melt anyone's heart.

“This is the rabbit you caught on the mountain, it’s so cute.” She even pressed her face against the rabbit’s fluffy head and ears.

"If you like it, I'll give it to you," Lu Zhengting blurted out.

When he heard Lin Qingyan praise the rabbit for being cute, he subconsciously felt the urge to give it to her.

Lin Qingyan's eyes widened in surprise. She had only said that the rabbit was cute, and he was going to give it to her.