Seeing all the stuff she had carried back, it was truly amazing how such a petite figure could have lugged all these back. The nearest mountain to their town was over an hour away. She had carried some of it on her back and picked up the rest.
"Dad, have you eaten yet? I will start cooking immediately."
"I have eaten. Go and eat yourself. I am going to work." Old man Zhao didn't linger much longer before heading to work.
Meng Yunhan rinsed the mushrooms clean, laid them out to dry, and then boiled hot water for Little Huzi to bathe. Afterward, she had her meal while feeding Little Huzi.
"Little Huzi, mother will dry out these wild fruits. Come winter, we can use them for you to teethe on."
That day was Meng Yunhan's birthday. Old man Zhao prepared a boiled egg and a bowl of noodles for his adopted daughter.
"Eat up, eat up."
Meng Yunhan was deeply touched. In both her current and previous life, no one had ever cooked an egg and a bowl of noodles for her on her birthday.
