After Xue An emerged from the great hall, Old Daoist Zhai was approaching the chicken coop, sharpening his knife with a vigorous air.
He had caught a few wild mountain chickens a while ago and had been keeping them in the coop, intending to wait for their eggs.
But today, since Xue An had brought his two adorable daughters along, naturally, he wanted to treat them well.
However, seeing his skilled chicken-slaughtering technique, Xue An couldn't help but wonder if the old Daoist often partook in meat dishes when on the mountain alone.
The two little girls were brimming with excitement as they darted in and out of the rooms, embarking on a game of hide-and-seek.
As for Tan Xiaoyu and Hua Tingting, they were both captivated by the picturesque surroundings.
The two little girls had now ventured into the great hall and, far from being afraid of the statues of deities, they knelt on the cushions quite seriously.
