"Uncle Dashan."
Lin Qingluo smiled, took the basket off her shoulder, and placed it in front of Li Dashan. "Qingluo and Senior Brother went hunting in the mountains and caught many wild animals. We left a basket to share with the villagers so that everyone can enjoy stewed meat tonight."
"No, no."
As Li Dashan tried to decline, Lin Qingluo quickly pulled Mu Fan away, and in a flash, they were 100 meters away.
"Oh dear, how can I accept this?"
Li Dashan subconsciously picked up the basket intending to chase after them, but by the time he bent down, they were already out of sight.
*
Grandma Liu cooked a pot of Chicken Stew with Sealwort herself.
Lin Qingluo assisted the elderly woman, cleaning and slicing fish, and mixed it with pickled cabbage to cook a delicious Pickled Cabbage Fish.
Mu Fan, not wanting to be idle, demonstrated his knife skills, peeling potatoes quickly and thinly, cutting them into even and precise strips, as if measured with a ruler.