The old lady looked at her and said with feigned annoyance, "I had just finished cooking and was on my way to pick up Dandan when I ran into Xiangyang. He came to bring us to your place to eat, so now we'll be eating leftovers tonight!"
"It's fine. The weather is cold, so we don't have to worry about it going bad," Lin Lan said, then turned to ask Li Xiangyang, "Do you want a drink?"
Li Xiangyang shook his head with a smile. "No, thanks. I have to butcher a pig this afternoon."
Hearing this, Little Douzi and Dandan squeezed up to him and asked curiously, "Uncle Xiangyang, is butchering a pig scary?"
Li Xiangyang narrowed his eyes, remembering how his hands had trembled the first time he held the butcher's knife. He smiled and nodded. "It's scary the first time. After you've done a few, you're not afraid anymore."
After hearing that, the two children looked toward the pigpen. Thinking of the big, fat pig inside, they felt scared too.
