Fourth Uncle couldn't help but reveal a gentle smile when he saw the close intimacy between Zhang Xiaohua and Dream.
Before long, Grandma Jiu returned, indeed carrying a large pot of white meat soup in her hand. The fragrance was intoxicating even from a distance. Although Zhang Xiaohua had already prepared his own food, he still couldn't help but feel his fingers itch.
People in the small village were very enthusiastic. Even though they couldn't pronounce Dream's name correctly, they all called her "Xiao Ya". They had cooked the game they had hunted during the day and brought it all to Dream's wooden table. Dream, who had tasted countless exotic dishes in the Xiang Sect, was still moved by their friendship and felt that the food in this mountain village was her true favorite.
Tonight, in the wooden house that had been without lampfire for years, the candles flickered and laughter was ceaseless...
