I was just making a casual complaint or two. The male lead of this farming novel is a prince, yet he raises chickens, ducks, geese, and pigs, and plants flowers and trees... He's neglecting his proper duties.
How the heck did I wake up the next day as one of the ducks he raises?
Day One
Me: I want to die.
Day N
Me: He's so gentle, so caring, so charming. Could this be love?
The male lead himself: This duck I've raised is so glossy and plump. It must taste delicious.
Theme: Sweet love to warm everyone's heart.
