When he arrived at the riverbank, he saw Sister Song sitting on the edge of the field by the river, waving to him as she approached.
"Jiang Meizi, come quick! These little guys are picky eaters. I caught some small fish for them, but they won't eat them."
"Oh, I forgot to tell you, geese eat grass but not fish, while ducks do eat fish. Maybe we should raise some ducks too."
You can feed the ducks fish.
Song Dandan, who had been feeling somewhat dejected, suddenly brightened up.
"That's great!"
But why not eat fish when you're hungry?
Jiang Wenwan couldn't very well tell her that the goose's previous incarnation was Wuzhen, Jiang Ziya's disciple, who abstained from meat because of his cultivation.
Let's explain it from a scientific perspective.
"It's probably due to their living habits, but it's really shameful that such a young gosling is already picky about food."
Song Dandan was amused by her, got up, patted the dirt off her bottom, and said:
"Forget it, I'll just go and get some grass to eat!"
"Oh, by the way, do you want to watch their training exercise? I know where they're training. Let's go pick some yellow mushrooms and watch them train."
"Ah, this, is it really okay for me to watch?"
"Of course! Let me tell you, my husband Lu looks incredibly handsome during training exercises, he's so manly!"
"Come on, take the gun. Let's take these goslings back. I'll show you."
Jiang Wenwan couldn't help but laugh when she heard her say that.
She had never actually seen what Zhou Yunting looked like during the training exercise.
The two took the well-fed gosling back home. Jiang Wenwan took the gun, removed the muzzle from Xiao Hei, and led it and Song Dandan down the snow-capped mountain.
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