On the day of the family dinner, I held the knife in my hand and sharpened it towards the white goose. Unexpectedly, the big white goose flapped its wings twice and turned into a 185-year-old handsome guy. I was so frightened that I immediately put down the butcher knife and waved my hands repeatedly. The handsome white goose guy was a little disappointed and asked me tentatively, "Don't you want eight-pack abs? Oh, I've already trained them!"
