Back to the 1980s: Hunting with My Little Girl Who Can Talk to Animals!

In 1970, heavy snow sealed off Changbai Mountain. The Chen family didn’t have so much as a single stalk of cornmeal left, and the whole village was waiting to see the widowed mother and her orphan starve to death.

Three-and-a-half-year-old Chen An smacked his lips, pushed open the door, and walked out into the blizzard.

The villagers roared with laughter. “Is that little runt going out to deliver takeout to the wolves?”

But half a day later, Chen An rode into the village on a Siberian tiger standing two meters tall at the shoulder. Two black bears followed behind, carrying century-old ginseng and a five-hundred-jin wild boar. They swaggered back into the village!

His awful relatives were dumbstruck, and the whole village dropped to its knees.

Chen An sucked on his pacifier. “Big kitty, we’re having roast pork leg tonight, right?”

The Northeast Tiger nodded obediently. “Awooo! (Whatever big brother says!)”

From then on, Changbai Mountain had a new little “living King of Hell,” feared by every ferocious beast, yet so adorable they couldn’t help wanting to cuddle him!

(P.S. Slow-paced.)