Back at Yu die palace, I took out the painting again, ready to see the mystery in the painting again.

the door in the backyard keeps ringing. The ducks are quacking. I know that Er Ma is kicking the door again.

run over and open the door. A group of ducks are squeezing in. They are too lazy to stop them. They just open the door and let them in. Ducks scurry around the house like they've been on stimulants.

Daya is indeed worthy of reputation. One foot just trampled my wooden bird.

that's the wooden bird I've spent more than half a month making! 555…… I rushed to pick...