Lin Yue suddenly thought of Zhao Erhu going into the mountains to hunt and whether she should prepare some dry food for him to eat on the road. Zhao Erhu had said that once he enters the mountains, it would take two or three days. He couldn't just carelessly eat whatever and make do.
In the past, when Zhao Erhu went hunting, he would do just that, making a few dry and hard pancakes for himself. When he got hungry, he would gnaw on a couple of bites. Lin Yue couldn't stand to see him like this anymore, even though she didn't know what kind of food Zhao Erhu prepared when he went hunting in the past. But knowing that when he went to the city, in order to save money, he would either go hungry or buy the cheapest steamed bun to fill his stomach, she could imagine how little he regarded himself. And yet, he always left the best for her. Thinking about this, Lin Yue felt both heartache and moved. This man!