Nodding in understanding, âChi Chi.â
I will protect the little young mistress from now onâ¦.
Pouncing over excitedly, Di Ling Yan suddenly grabbed the little furry feather and kept rubbing him against her face.
As a result of that act, Chi Chi nearly puked blood from the pressure of those fingers and kept squeaking in pain.
Realizing her strength was too big, the pipsqueak promptly loosened up and made an apologetic face by spitting out her tongue.
âIâm sorry Chi Chi, I hurt you by accident. I promise to be more careful from now on. Iâm just so happy. Big Brother got Little Rice, and now I got Little Chi Chi.â
Little Chi Chi?
As soon the fluff feather heard that name, he immediately exploded.
You are the little chi chi, your whole family is the little chi chi.
Is it my fault that I can only make a chi chi chirp? Why are you giving me such a vulgar name?
âMother, why is Little Chi Chi looking at me like that?â Di Ling Yan blinks her big blue eyes in confusion, âIs he sick? Mother, can you check if Little Chi Chi is sick? If he is, I will feel awful if we donât help himâ¦.â
Bai Yan merely stared in awe at her own daughterâs thought pattern.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
Sure, she gave Chi Chi the name in the first place, but to call this bird Little Chi Chi like Little Rice was simplyâ¦. Baffling.
Looks like my children are all evil when it comes to naming.
Itâs either little this, or little thatâ¦.
Suddenly, Bai Yan got all sympathetic to this little fellow to have this name planted on him.
âHeâs fine.â Bai Yan withdrew her gaze and smiled in pity.
âIâm relieved then,â Di Ling Yan excitedly flailed her legs around in the air as her face got all cherry red. âMother, who do you think is more powerful? Little Rice or Little Chi Chi?â
Hearing this, Bai Yan shot another look at the bird.
Now thatâs a good questionâ¦. I wonder who is stronger when Chi Chi grows older.
Hmm, at least right now Little Rice will turn him into mincemeat with a single swipe. Thereâs no question about that though.
âIn the future, Little Rice and Little Chi Chi will be good partners, itâs best we donât let them fight.â Bai Yan says a bit of musing.
Nodding his little head in agreement, the pipsqueak likes the idea as well: âI think so too. No matter if its Little Rice or Little Chi Chi, if either of them gets hurt then I will be very sad.â
âItâs good that youâre able to understand that point.â Rubbing her daughterâs head in doting fashion, the demon queen smiles brilliantly at how smart her daughter is.
âOh right Mother, Little Rice is a boy, but what about Little Chi Chi? Is he a boy or is she a girl?â Plopping her head against both her hands, she asks with all levels of cuteness as she leaned back down to Bai Yanâs chest. âI think he is a boy since heâs Little Chi Chi.â
Almost instantaneous, Little Chi Chi began to weep at the indignation.
Didnât you give me the Chi Chi name? When did the name become the main gender distinction factor?
Andâ¦. Iâm a girl, a girl!!!
Bai Yan naturally caught onto the aggrieved face coming out of the tiny gold bird. Smiling right up to the eye at the evil plan forming in her head: âHmmm, now that you mention it, I think he is a boy. I have no way to confirm his gender anyways. If he turns out to be a girl in the future then we can always change it back.â
Butâ¦. by then no one will care anyway. Oh! I wonder if crossdressing will look good on this little guyâ¦
Merely at the thought of being able to play dress-up with golden fur death when he takes on a human form, Bai Yan would grin uncontrollably.
âOh?â Nodding but not getting it, Di Ling Yan doesnât dwell on the issue. âI bet Chi Chi will be a handsome boy like Little Rice when he grows older. I wonder if heâs going to be a glutton like Second Brother. If he is, I need to watch out for my snacks then.â