"Right? You think I’m right too. That old bastard just left me all alone like this," Yan Zhengya continued to ramble.
"Later, I developed the habit of talking to myself. Oh, I know you don’t understand, being a pig, especially a wild boar this dark."
"Alright, let’s go back and I’ll fix you something to eat. But what do wild boars eat? Oh, wait, I can’t call you a wild boar anymore; you have a name now. Little Piggy."
"Oink!" Little Piggy made a sound again.
"I’m starting to wonder if you’re just an ordinary little wild boar; are you a pig spirit?" Yan Zhengya patted Little Piggy’s small head.
"Oink, oink." Little Piggy rubbed its small head against Yan Zhengya’s palm.
Yan Zhengya felt tickled, and burst into laughter, "You certainly can’t be a pig spirit; how could there be such a silly pig spirit, throwing itself into the arms of a Demon Exterminator?"
When the man and pig returned to the Daoist Temple, the sky had already turned completely dark.
Yan Zhengya heated some steamed buns and salty meat together for a simple meal, and then as he looked at Little Piggy staring at him with its beady eyes, he thought for a moment: "Do you eat buns?" With that, he held another bun to Little Piggy’s mouth.
As a result, Little Piggy opened its mouth and started munching away, eating sweetly.
Aside from being black and soft, it’s easy to care for.
Yan Zhengya gave Little Piggy another label.
In the evening, Yan Zhengya took a bath and conveniently bathed Little Piggy too, then cuddled up in bed with Little Piggy and went to sleep together. He had to admit, with autumn approaching, it was a bit chilly, and holding a little pig to sleep was quite comfortable.
However, the next morning, Yan Zhengya was awakened by a strange sensation on his face. When he opened his eyes, he saw a pair of little pig hooves stepping back and forth on his face. Upon seeing Yan Zhengya awake, Little Piggy seemed very happy and began stepping even more joyfully.
"Stop it, my handsome face is going to be deformed by you," Yan Zhengya sat up, Little Piggy squealed and fell, then was caught by Yan Zhengya reaching out, "I have things to do today, I need to hand over the Weasel Demon I caught yesterday, you stay here and play, don’t leave the courtyard, okay?"
Little Piggy obviously didn’t understand what Yan Zhengya was saying, tilting its small head in confusion while looking at Yan Zhengya.
"I can’t take a pig with me, you know. I’ve put food and water out in a bowl for you, eat when you’re hungry." Yan Zhengya got up, washed up, muttering while washing his face. Little Piggy spun around Yan Zhengya’s feet, and finally, Yan Zhengya squatted down to wipe it as well, then it stopped spinning.
But when Yan Zhengya was about to go out, Little Piggy bit onto Yan Zhengya’s trousers and wouldn’t let go.
"I’ll be back in the afternoon."
"Come on, let go. I’ll really be back in the afternoon, I’m not lying, oh, I’m not lying to a pig, seriously!"
"The pants are going to be torn by you; I don’t have many pairs left."
"Alright, alright, I’ll take you, let go of your mouth."
"Really, you’ve been spoiled. I’m going to raise you up and eat you later."
"Hey, hey, when I say eat you, what’s up with your belly grumbling? I laid out food for you, you didn’t eat, and now you’re blaming me? Forget it, let’s buy some buns to eat, will you eat?"
...
Yan Zhengya had a bun in his mouth and held another in his hand, feeding Little Piggy who was lying in his arms, struggling to hold the bun with its two front hooves but never managing to hold it steady. Yan Zhengya ignored the strange looks from people around him, seriously contemplating a question. The stuffing inside these meat buns is pork, right? It’s okay to give Little Piggy, right? It shouldn’t be, after all, one’s a wild boar, the other a domestic pig, different breeds, should not be considered cannibalism.
He wasn’t even considering why a wild boar less than a month old could eat bun-like foods.