[ Minato's no expert, but... that does sound about right, especially if that estimate extended to humans too. Even if the man sounds like he's just spit-balling, he sounds knowledgeable enough to Minato.
More oats pool into his palm. Minato raises his other hand, using both hands to hold as much food for the cow as possible. He stands still once it's full, allowing the cow to bend her neck down to sniff at his fingers. She has to lower her head a little more for Minato compared to Sha-Ming, and for a little while she seems more engrossed in memorizing his scent instead of eating.
But eventually, she relents, accepting the oats from the new person. She nibbles daintily, occasionally licking her lips to catch any stray pieces of food.
Minato watches silently. Though his expression remains neutral, there's a slight glow in his eyes. A sharp eye might even realize he's genuinely pleased to be accepted by the cow. ]
Thanks, Mister, for your advice.
[ Not that he wouldn't have offered the oats to the cow in a similarly careful manner. ]
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More oats pool into his palm. Minato raises his other hand, using both hands to hold as much food for the cow as possible. He stands still once it's full, allowing the cow to bend her neck down to sniff at his fingers. She has to lower her head a little more for Minato compared to Sha-Ming, and for a little while she seems more engrossed in memorizing his scent instead of eating.
But eventually, she relents, accepting the oats from the new person. She nibbles daintily, occasionally licking her lips to catch any stray pieces of food.
Minato watches silently. Though his expression remains neutral, there's a slight glow in his eyes. A sharp eye might even realize he's genuinely pleased to be accepted by the cow. ]
Thanks, Mister, for your advice.
[ Not that he wouldn't have offered the oats to the cow in a similarly careful manner. ]