"Old man, are you trying to whitewash the situation again? Is this just about half a chicken? Isn't it dangerous for Changhong to hunt? You make it sound like the pheasant fell from the sky. If you're so capable, why don't you go?"
Lu Qiubo glared irately, not caring if her words would remind the old man of his own leg injury.
"It's just a bit of chicken..." Lin Laogeng still thought it was no big deal.
"Grandpa, it's really not just about the chicken."
Lin Caisang, with a serious expression, interrupted Lin Laogeng. From Lin Caihe's unusual reaction just now, she knew something was amiss.
She had thought Lin Caihe might have eaten a chicken leg or something. She was only thirteen, after all, being greedy was not a big deal. But she didn't expect Lin Caihe to eat half of the chicken, not leaving any meat for the family.
She had been tolerant of Lin Caihe's willfulness, but now...
