"Ba Zai, are you serious?"
Xu Yang held a little goose in one hand, the creature standing in the palm of Xu Yang, still trying to balance on one foot.
Xu Yang found it quite amusing, as if holding a little girl performing a ballet dance.
The pose was right, but the physique was somewhat lacking.
After all, it was the offspring of a big goose.
This little one truly seemed to think of itself as a Red-crowned Crane.
The big goose grew faster than the Red-crowned Crane, and Liu Zai and Qi Zai were a few months older than it, so all three could eventually grow white feathers simultaneously.
By then, the Red-crowned Crane should have learned to fly.
But a big goose could only flap its wings on the ground.
Xu Yang looked at the little one standing on one foot and felt a pang of sympathy.
It was rare for a goose on the farm to make him feel this way.
It seemed that even the farm's "Black Goose Force" could produce exceptional offspring.
"Alright then, keep practicing."
