"Ghost! You're not a person!! You're a ghost!!" Jiang Xiaoshu's first words when he came to his senses were these, "You are—uh…"
His little partner quickly covered his mouth.
Lu Jingzhi: "When you used to bully me, I endured it so I wouldn't get beaten by Grandma. If you bully me in the future, I'll hang you up and beat you mercilessly—this time, it's just a warning. Now, chubby, roll away smoothly."
Jiang Xiaoshu rolled away.
He rolled away, sobbing and choking back tears.
Jiang Wunian wove a small basket out of reeds and filled it with over a dozen wild duck eggs. "Xiaomiao, let's go home. I'll marinate some salted duck eggs, the kind with oil. Do you like taro mochi with a runny center? Or maybe salty egg yolk biscuits?"
Lu Jingzhi nodded without hesitation, "I like them! I also like zongzi with salted egg yolk!"
