All eyes converged on Jiang Feng, each gaze asking the same question.
Why can't it be killed?
Da Hua is so delicious, why can't it be killed?
"How can it possibly not be killed?" Mrs. Jiang asked.
"Just, just, just because I developed feelings for Da Hua by feeding it every day during New Year's."
"You child, what nonsense are you spouting about feelings? You think this is like keeping a cat or a dog. Stop making a fuss. Da Hua has lost weight recently; it's better to kill it sooner. In a few days when the meat arrives, let your grandpa cook the pork dish for you. By the way, do you still have pickled vegetables? Do you want me to send some over?" Mrs. Jiang didn't take Jiang Feng's words to heart.