Nian Shutong inwardly wanted to curse, but her face still showed genuine sincerity as she said to Rubble, "It's all small stuff, small stuff."
Fu Yunhe, standing to the side, was almost bursting with internal injury, with one earnestly deceiving and the other wholeheartedly believing.
"Xiao He! Pluck the feathers!" Nian Shutong called out across the stream, accurately tossing two wild chickens at Fu Yunhe's feet. She herself crossed the stream, took Rubble by the hand, and communicated affection.
They say strike while the iron is hot, so winning over Rubble must be done while he's feeling touched.
Fu Yunhe watched Nian Shutong continue her ruse, said nothing further, and didn't blow her cover. He honestly picked up the wild chickens from the ground and began plucking their feathers.
After their heart-to-heart was over, Nian Shutong came over, inspected the two chickens, and said with great satisfaction, "Xiao He, your feather-plucking skills are maturing day by day."
