Chapter 150 - Quite Pitiful (1/2)

While Cheng Ye was eating, his mind was elsewhere.

Ling Sheng picked up a small potato for him. “So what if you’re small? You have to eat well and grow tall.”

Cheng Ye was unhappy. His heart was heavy as he asked, “Sister Sheng Sheng, what do you think Little Gray will do when we leave? Where will it be sent?”

Ling Sheng thought that something had happened, so she smiled and said, “Naturally, the donkey hide will be processed into donkey-hide gelatin, and the donkey meat will be sent to a butcher. Haven’t you heard of the saying ‘people in heaven eat dragon for meat, and people on earth eat donkey for meat’? Roasted donkey meat is absolutely fragrant!”

Cheng Ye’s eyes reddened instantly. Tears welled up in his eyes, but he held them back. He picked up a bowl and started to dig at the rice, feeling terrible.

Upon seeing that Cheng Ye was about to cry, Shi Lingyu quickly nudged Ling Sheng. What kind of nonsense was she saying to scare him? “Don’t listen to Sister Sheng Sheng’s nonsense. Little Gray was fed by a villager. The production team will return it. It’s still young. No one will eat it.”

Cheng Ye looked up suddenly, his voice hoarse. “Will they eat it when it grows up?”

Shi Lingyu really could not answer this question. She let out a low cough. “Director Mo will not let anyone eat Little Gray. She will make sure it dies of old age.”

In the past, donkeys used to be labor force and would not be eaten casually. However, a donkey’s purpose now was to be eaten. No one needed it to pull a cart or run a grinder.

Cheng Ye asked Mo Ning, “Director Mo, is that so?”

Mo Ning smiled awkwardly. “Yes, I’ll get someone to tell the villager that we don’t want to kill it. You don’t have to worry.”

Hadn’t this fool hated the donkey in the beginning? It had only been a few days, but he had developed feelings for it. The pitiful look on his face made one unable to bear to tell him the truth.

If they paid to buy the donkey, they would get someone to take good care of it.

However, when it was 1,000 miles away, who knew if the owner would really take good care of it until it died?

A random excuse could be given before one ate it after the sale. No one would know better.