Ban Xia lifted Old Mr. Huang high and said, "Come—say 'daddy!'"
Old Mr. Huang disdainfully turned his head away.
He had been alive for more than ten years, truly old and advanced in age. A weasel can live up to nineteen years under natural conditions. By human standards, Old Mr. Huang was considered well past his prime and was at least two generations older than Ban Xia; how could this yellow-haired girl dare to ask him to call her 'daddy'?
"Not saying it? If you don't call me daddy, I won't give you anything to eat." Ban Xia leaned close to him, her clear eyes staring straight at Old Mr. Huang's two little black-button-like eyes. The white mist she exhaled slowly whirled in the air. Old Mr. Huang disdainfully turned his head again, struggled free from the girl's grip, and darted out of the door through a narrow gap.
He didn't need Ban Xia to feed him; he could find food himself.
