"It’s bran, rice husks, vegetable leaves, leftover food, sweet potatoes... I guarantee it won’t go hungry, but there definitely won’t be any special fruits for it." The reader sighed and regretfully said, "I understand." Seeing how much they pampered it, Song Tan finally understood why no one wanted this pig for so long. Logically, with it being so good-looking, there should have been many wanting to take it back as a breeding pig, right? Not to mention, bigger farms even have equipment for freezing and sperm collection. The atmosphere suddenly fell into silence. In the next moment, the door opened again, and an elderly lady walked out: "Dabao, did you tell Xiangxiang you’re going to be separated? Why is it refusing to eat?" Turning her head and seeing Song Tan and Lun Chuan, she exclaimed, "Oh my! Is this your friend? Oh my goodness! So handsome! Come in, come in, have a seat!" "How could you be so thoughtless? Making people wait outside in this cold... Have you eaten?" It’s already 11 o’clock, was she asking about lunch or breakfast? Song Tan could only smile and say, "I’ve eaten." And pretended to ignore the nickname "Dabao" from the reader. The reader felt helpless: "Mom, they’re here to take Xiangxiang away." "That can’t be possible?!" The old lady didn’t quite believe it. With a young man and woman , do they need to raise a pig at home? Can they take good care of Xiangxiang? Don’t learn those people on that Douyin app, bringing it back just for filming, making money, and then ignoring Xiangxiang! She hesitated immediately. Seeing this, the reader quickly said, "Mom, they’re from the family whose livestream I often follow. Their family has hundreds of acres of mountains and land, plenty of space for Xiangxiang!" "And they can sign an agreement with me." The agreement isn’t a trick. In farming, unpredictable diseases or injuries are inevitable, so there’s no absolute requirement to guarantee that Xiangxiang stays alive. They just fear someone using this method to eat the meat, so they require that if Xiangxiang dies unexpectedly, it needs to be buried or they should be allowed to bring Xiangxiang back. This clause has filtered out many people. Now that they’ve finally waited for a reliable and strong family, the reader is reluctant to part with Xiangxiang but doesn’t want to miss the opportunity. Song Tan understood this sentiment very well. When Da Wang’s owner sent him over, it was with tears and multiple assurances that they would visit, even buying things for Da Wang... The hearts of pet owners are always . She smiled, reached out her hand, and a bit of Spiritual Energy rested on her fingertip: "Xiangxiang, your current owner’s place is too small to keep you. Are you willing to come with me? I’ll find you some wives." "Find several... Xiangxiang is still a baby..." The old mother murmured softly beside them, reluctantly, while her son Dabao pretended not to hear. Song Tan couldn’t help but laugh: Xiangxiang shouldn’t be Xiangxiang, it should be Erbao. In the next moment, they heard the door gently creak, and Xiangxiang’s pig nose poked out first, sniffing the air a couple of times. Seeming to sense something, it hurriedly rushed out. Its heavy body trotted along, "dada dada" on the floor, and soon arrived in front of Song Tan. The pig nose nudged her palm, rubbing and sniffing, clearly accepting her. But to Lun Chuan and the reader’s family, it just looked like Song Tan’s gentle call attracted Xiangxiang. It showed that the pig was perceptive, sensing that she was a good person, hence willing to go with her. Now, the reader’s eyes turned red: "Xiangxiang! Daddy will definitely come to see you, boohoo." She stroked Xiangxiang’s coarse and hard fur, watching it squint its eyes and grunt contentedly, then just lie down on the ground. She couldn’t help but feel helpless. Just then, the old mother brought out a soft brush from the house: "Xiangxiang, you’re going to a new home. Grandma will scratch your itch and brush your fur one more time..." She looked at the reader, just about to say something, but saw that the other had already understood, quickly saying: "I know, I know, you don’t have that service, I get it, I won’t insist." "It’s okay, when I go to visit it, I’ll brush it myself." Lun Chuan, who had been silently watching from the side, couldn’t help but burst into laughter at this moment. Ah, so this is people’s psychological dependence on pets! Quite vivid. Even if parting is hard to bear, it still is.