Qin Jin was not idle either, he helped set up the dishes, serve the rice, and the family gathered around the table.
The grandparents and grandchild complimented Li Qiao's cooking while they ate.
Inspired by the praise, Li Qiao said, "I'll cook again when I'm free next time."
"..."
It was getting dark after dinner.
The family of three went out for a walk together to help digest their meal.
As Li Qiao picked up mushrooms, she couldn't help but take a closer look whenever she passed by a haystack.
When they reached the entrance of the village, Old Mrs. Qin said, "We didn't collect any eggs early this morning; Jin, go and pick some up while it's still dark."
Qin Jin walked down the slope.
Li Qiao kept her eyes on his retreating figure and with her keen vision, caught a glimpse of light and shadow near the broken wall. Was someone there?
Had the chickens been discovered?
If Qin Jin went to collect the eggs at this time, could he be mistaken for a chicken thief?
