Rise of the Humble O

Well, Little Piglet! What a strange name. Even Tiger Cub or Pebble would sound better. Of course, he was just grumbling. He knew why ancient people gave their children such odd names.,After running down the slope, Zhu Ping'an stopped and looked down. He saw a small piece of noodles lying on the ground, fluttering in the wind.,Eggs! Zhu Ping'an's eyes lit up. After ten days of coarse tea and plain rice, he finally saw some meat.。