"The game you hunted is yours, this is just a gesture from your auntie."
Without saying anything more, Dashan's wife threw the wild pheasant towards the well and ran off.
"Ah, auntie, really, there's no need."
Just as Lin Qingluo picked up the wild pheasant, Dashan's wife had already run out, giggling.
As the two families lived close to each other, Lin Qingluo watched her rush into the opposite courtyard, laughed helplessly, and gave up on the idea of following her.
"Accept Dashan's wife's sincere gift,"
Grandma Liu happily took the pheasant and walked to the kitchen: "Now things are not like before. For seventeen years of prosperity, the country is wealthy, the people strong, and the villagers of Woniu Village are living better and better lives. Everyone has enough food and clothing. Giving away a wild pheasant is really not a big deal."
"Grandma, I want to eat chicken stew with sealwort."
Lin Qingluo followed with a honey-sweet smile: "Grandma's stew tastes the best."
