Xia Zheng was stunned.
As Xia Zheng stared agape, Lin Yuan handed a majestic stuffed tiger to the vendor with a smile, "Boss, I'll take this one."
Xia Zheng weakly sniffled as he observed the tiger that appeared to be opening its jaws wide.
A man and a woman, one handsome and the other pretty, one carrying a plump pig and the other holding a huge tiger, one sulking weakly and the other beaming triumphantly.
When Xia Zheng and Lin Yuan resumed walking the streets, they drew even more attention. Such a pairing was indeed an eye-catching sight.
What made it even more eye-catching was their conversation.
The man protested without any vigor, "Why am I the pig, and you're the tiger? I don't want to be the pig anymore, I want to swap."
The woman responded domineeringly, "It's your fault for resembling a little pig, admit it; you're a little fatty pig."
"Where am I fat? Tell me, where am I fat?"