Seeing his little grandson showing off his experience with honey, he couldn't help but pinch the boy's chubby cheek and scolded with a smile, "You can't waste like that in the future."
In other households, they found honey and used the honeycomb larvae to brew wine, while the honey was taken down the mountain to trade for goods.
Their family was different; they doted on the only child with all their might.
They would fry the larvae for him and gave him all the honey to share with his little friends.
Before, it didn't seem like much, but thinking about it now made it quite heart-wrenching.
If there had been even a little bit of honey on the escape route, I guess it would have been rarer than gold!
Xiao Shan didn't understand the meaning behind Old Uncle Qiu's words and just smiled dumbly.
Bai Junjun, however, took note of Old Uncle Qiu's words to heart; when they found a place to settle down, she was determined to gather all these spices, and then have Sasa cook them for her!
