Chapter 472 - 471
"It’s just a calf; can’t even sit on it without complaints, don’t be so stingy. If it gets ruined, I’ll just buy you another one,"
Ye Tian waved his hand, pretending to be generous.
Jenny became even more anxious. She knew that aside from this disciple of hers who refused to study the Buddhist Law with her, the master’s most treasured thing was the White Bull that never seemed to grow. She herself wouldn’t dare to sit on it, yet here was Ye Tian, treating it roughly, practically asking for a death wish!
"Please, have a seat."
Jenny, who was urging Ye Tian to get off the bull, suddenly turned around in surprise to see an old woman sitting on a stone stool with both hands on a white cane, her face full of confusion and disbelief. But as she realized what was happening, she became even more puzzled. How could this bull sit so quietly while this man sat on its back? Usually, this creature would drink nothing but cow’s milk, eat nothing but tender grass, and its resting place was laid with imported, thick, Russian fur carpets. The milk had to be fresh from a cow that just calved, without any contamination from other calves, and its tender grass wasn’t just any tender grass—it had to be the first sprouts of spring, and only from grass seedlings, not eating any other types of grass.
The tender grass was hard to come by, but fortunately, this little bull didn’t eat much; a bite of green vegetables and it wouldn’t need to eat for at least a month, a sip of milk and it would comfortably sleep in the cowshed for a month, so, after every full meal, the old woman would start a new round of life-or-death struggles, personally running all over Nepal to collect tender grass and to find the right cow for milk.
Every time she went out to gather food, she was taken for a criminal. Once, she was even mistaken for a child trafficker and dragged towards the Public Security Bureau before she knocked out the two young men, who had stepped aside to urinate, with a little trick and then returned home with fresh milk and grass, only to be chased around the yard by the White Bull.
And now, this bull, which she had painstakingly cared for and nearly spoiled into perfection, was actually obediently allowing Ye Tian, this smelly brat, to sit on it.
"You ungrateful wretch! How many times have I asked to sit on you, and you would either kick up or grunt and squeal? Now you surrender yourself willingly to someone of your own kind?"