Míngqin chirped happily, ruffling his feathers slightly as his chest was stroked. It was nice, and he took it as an affectionate gesture. So he was really happy he was getting pet.

He trilled happily when he was told it was time for food, hopping around as he tried to see. He perked up when he saw the servant, noticing the moving bag. He wanted food! He hoped he could get it, whatever it was. It seemed alive, so he hoped he could really hunt and catch it.