The Ruanlin Family's favorite was Ruan Jiaojiao, but they also felt pained that their grandson had suffered hardships. That very night, they cooked a brown sugar and egg soup for Ruan Jie, and Ruan Jiaojiao also got a bowl to drink. As for the other kids, they weren't so lucky. They didn't crave it much, but Liao Zhaoji did utter a few sour words. However, no one paid any attention to her.
Last time Ruan Jiaojiao went up the back mountain, she hadn't caught any game, which she couldn't help but feel regretful about; she had been looking for an opportunity to go up there again ever since.
Every time Ruan Hao came home for the holidays, he'd take her walking around the village, and now they'd arrived at the back mountain. Ruan Jiaojiao's big eyes scanned the surroundings, and finding no one in sight, her heart began to grow restless once more.
She turned her head to look at Ruan Hao and asked, "Brother, do you know what kind of animals there are on the front mountain?"
