Jiang Xia planted his ax on the ground, leaned on the handle with both hands, and looked up at An Ning.
"You look pretty comfortable sitting on that wall."
An Ning, sitting on the wall, wasn't the least bit embarrassed. Instead, she asked, "It's our family's wall. Why shouldn't I be comfortable?"
Jiang Xia was at a loss for words and gave An Ning a thumbs-up.
"You're right!"
"Of course I am. You should be used to this by now."
Perched on the wall, An Ning continued asking in all seriousness, "Where did you buy your big black pig?"
Jiang Xia tilted his head back and asked:
"You're going to buy one today? Do you even know how to pick out a pig?"
The two questions stumped An Ning.
"Just you wait—"
"An Ning—you little rascal! You just recovered from your illness and you're already getting cocky!"
Lin Cuihua had come out to get some potatoes and happened to see An Ning showing off on the wall.
