In the courtyard, Song Chongjin was holding two pheasants and a rabbit in his hands.
Seeing Wang Yongzhu come out of the kitchen, he nodded at her, then handed over the game to Old Granny Zhang, "Auntie, I caught these early in the morning on the mountain, to add a dish for the family."
Old Granny Zhang was grinning from ear to ear, oh, these were good stuff.
The Song kid was considerate, coming to help and bringing things with him, not eating for free, a fine young man from Qilidun indeed.
She began to look favourably upon Song Chongjin, taking the game to the kitchen for Lady Jiang to prepare.
At the same time, she asked Jinhua to pour some tea.
Wang Yongzhu noticed that Song Chongjin had changed into a blue cloth jacket, the hem of his pants still showing traces of being wet by dew, even his hair was half wet.
She knew he must have gone up the mountain in the middle of the night.
