he cattle, with a head full of hay and carrying a feed bucket, came out of the stable.Ning Yuan glanced at the broken yellow rubber shoes on his feet, and muttered with some displeasure: "What's wrong...ir, a pointed nose and sharp cheekbones.The other person was glaring at her menacingly, reaching out with a death grip on the aluminum pot handle: "Mine, this porridge is mine, give it to me!"That old...