Jiang Feng's feet seemed rooted to the floor of Chen Xiuxiu's home, unable to take a step.
"Xiuxiu, are you sure your family has a pig?" Jiang Feng asked, his face a mix of surprise and disbelief.
Chen Xiuxiu: ...
She couldn't help but feel that Jiang Feng's question sounded like an insult.
"Yes, we do. Isn't it normal to have pigs? Doesn't your grandfather raise pigs too?" Chen Xiuxiu asked, looking utterly perplexed.
Jiang Feng quickly calmed down; it was normal for the Chen family, with many mouths to feed, to raise a pig or two to butcher for the New Year.
"No, I mean, does your family have any spare pigs?" Jiang Feng asked.
Chen Xiuxiu: ...
Chen Xiuxiu gave Jiang Feng a deep, meaningful look, hesitated as if she had much to say, and then finally spoke, "Has Taifeng Building not been doing so well recently?"
Stress had evidently driven him to talk nonsense.
Jiang Feng: ...