When Zhu Ping'an heard that there were still young boys in the village called "Dog Sister" and even "Dog Shit", he suddenly felt a wave of relief after surviving a disaster. Xiao Zhì, Zhì'er, compared to the previous two names, tasted much more bland.,How can I feel a chill at the back of my thigh as if there's a wind blowing Could it be that my short legs have moved at lightning speed,Eggs! Zhu Ping'an's eyes lit up. After ten days of coarse tea and plain rice, he finally saw some meat.。