Yang Ming thought Shitou's mother's suggestion made a lot of sense, so he tried pulling the little goat again, but the little goat still wouldn't move, continuing to munch on the grass it deemed delicious by the roadside.
Xiaoxiao looked around anxiously, afraid their actions would wake the villagers. Seeing the little goat still unmoving, Xiaoxiao hurriedly said, "Honey, forget it, let's go quickly."
"Should we get a bucket of milk for the kid before we leave?" Yang Ming worried the child would wake up hungry before morning.
Xiaoxiao shook her head, "Don't waste time, and drinking cold milk will cause diarrhea; let's go quickly."
So, they decided to abandon the little goat. Because Shitou's mother couldn't see, they had to support her, slowing their pace considerably.
They tacitly stopped speaking and focused on walking, hoping to leave quickly.
