Early morning, seven o’clock.
Just as the sky was about to brighten, the outline of the Sun was already revealed. The Quiet Breeze Temple was ready to welcome the first ray of light of the day.
Ning Fei had already gotten up. He had always gotten up earlier.
At this moment, a cry suddenly came from the courtyard.
“Ji Ji, Ji ~”
This cry was relatively short in the first two sounds, and elongated in the third, as if it was trying its best to call out.
“Xiao Fei?”
Hearing the call, Ning Fei walked over curiously.
He saw Xiao Fei standing on the rocking chair, raising his neck and calling out.
“Ji Ji, Ji ~”
Xiao Fei called out again.
Ning Fei immediately laughed and said, “Good God, you’re not even half a month old yet you’ve already learned how to Crow!”
Crowing was an instinctive talent for light stimulation, which was why there was a saying that a rooster would crow at dawn.