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One Day One Print
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Ranyan brought Baba to the farm. Looking at the vast grasslands, they saw herds of cows grazing with their heads down. They entered the farm and observed the neatly lined-up dairy cows, with a milk bucket beside them that needed to be filled before they could leave.
Ranyan and Baba sat down, watching the cows in front of them. Ranyan was afraid of being kicked by a cow, so she moved a little closer to Baba. Their hands rested on the cow's back, pulling up and down, but Ranyan couldn't squeeze out any milk, while Baba managed to do so smoothly. The cow remained calm, peacefully eating grass.
"Your technique is wrong. Place your palm on it; your fingers are too small,"
Ranyan placed both hands on top.
"And then, Baba,"
"Slide up and down, when you slide down, use some force, then put it back, it's somewhat like a massage."
"Ao," Ranyan followed Baba's method, and it was much better than last time; she had already produced some milk. "Oh no, I spilled it."
Milk splashed onto Ranyan's hands, causing her to slip and fall to the ground. "You've done really well," she said. Most of the milk was squeezed out by Baba, who picked up the milk bucket and went outside. It was still cool outside, and the breeze blew against Ranyan, making her sweat-soaked clothes cling to her body.
"Baba, I want to change my clothes," Ranyan said as she returned to the room, turned on the shower, and stood underneath it rinsing off. "Baba, what should we do with this milk?"
"Throw it away."
"Ah, what a waste."
"If it's a waste, then you should eat it."
"How do you eat this?"
Baba took a set of utensils from the kitchen and scooped it out with a spoon, placing it in a bowl.
"Here, try it."
Ranyan drank it, and it was fishy.
"It doesn't taste good."
"Idiot, milk is definitely better when it's hot."
Ranyan was very angry. No wonder he didn't drink earlier. He slapped Baba on the arm, spilling milk all over both of them. Ranyan knew he had made a mistake and lowered his head cautiously. "I punish you to do the laundry." Ranyan smiled timidly and nodded vigorously.
Baba put the milk in the pot and kept stirring it. Ranyan walked over, "It smells so good, Baba." "You should try it."
Ranyan held the spoon and stirred it clockwise, then counterclockwise. Baba watched Ranyan's careless demeanor and reached out to pat Ranyan's head. "If you spill it, I'll hit your hand."
Ranyan stuck out her tongue and continued stirring the milk. Once Baba was not around, Ranyan put down the spoon, feeling exhausted, and stood by the side scrolling through videos.
“Ranyan!”
Ranyan looked at Baba returning, anxiously glancing at the pot, where the milk had already started to boil over. Baba quickly turned off the heat, while Ranyan stood frozen, unsure of what to do.
Baba cleaned up the mess and looked at Ranyan.
"Come here."
Ranyan followed Baba and sat down at the dining table. Ranyan awkwardly poured some milk and placed it in front of Baba. Seeing Baba remain still, Ranyan picked up a spoon, blew on it, and held it in front of Baba's mouth. Baba drank it, then pressed Ranyan's head down to transfer the milk into Ranyan's stomach.
"Are you full?"
"Hold on."
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