After autumn, the day-night temperature difference is significant, and the mountain forest at six in the morning is not only foggy but also dewy.
Not long after starting the hike, Yi Chichi's pant legs got wet, and her clothes were half soaked following behind Uncle Yaozi.
The agile and nimble Da Li was even worse off, with its fur completely soaked.
Then, it refused to walk on its own, swiftly dashing into Uncle Yaozi's medicine basket.
"Get down."
Uncle Yaozi, wielding a machete to clear the path, shook his shoulder slightly, trying to dislodge it, but the harsh reality brought not just deep disappointment but also a slap from Da Li.
Yi Chichi watched in disbelief as Da Li stood up on its hind legs from the medicine basket, raised its paw, and slapped Uncle Yaozi on the back of the head.
The resounding slap left Yi Chichi stunned and Uncle Yaozi fuming.
"Walk on your own."
