Everyone Wants To Pamper The Lucky Daughter
/ Everyone Wants to Pamper the Lucky Daughter Chapter 1489
Chapter 1489: Chapter 1478: Regaining Memories, Woniu Village (Part 3)_1 Chapter 1489: Chapter 1478: Regaining Memories, Woniu Village (Part 3)_1 “The game you hunted is yours, this is just a gesture from your auntie.”
Without saying anything more, Dashan's wife threw the wild pheasant towards the well and ran off.
“Ah, auntie, really, there's no need.”
Just as Lin Qingluo picked up the wild pheasant, Dashan's wife had already run out, giggling.
As the two families lived close to each other, Lin Qingluo watched her rush into the opposite courtyard, laughed helplessly, and gave up on the idea of following her.
“Accept Dashan's wife's sincere gift,”
Grandma Liu happily took the pheasant and walked to the kitchen: “Now things are not like before. For seventeen years of prosperity, the country is wealthy, the people strong, and the villagers of Woniu Village are living better and better lives. Everyone has enough food and clothing. Giving away a wild pheasant is really not a big deal.”
“Grandma, I want to eat chicken stew with sealwort.”
Lin Qingluo followed with a honey-sweet smile: “Grandma's stew tastes the best.”
“Hehe, fine, Grandma will make you chicken stew with sealwort.”
Upon hearing this, Grandma Liu's eyes crinkled with happiness.
“Senior Brother Mu.”
Lin Qingluo energetically took out two baskets from the kitchen, threw one to Mu Fan, and carried the other on her back.
“Let's go to the mountains to pick some wild vegetables, hunt some game, and catch some fish. Tonight, we can have a few more dishes.”
“Alright.”
Mu Fan readily agreed, took the Divine Sword, strapped the basket on his back, and felt oddly comfortable.
“Stupid kid, what are you so happy about carrying a crappy basket?”
Evilbane Sword Spirit sensed his fluctuating emotions and grumbled discontentedly: “Don't even think about putting this young master in the basket.”
Mu Fan, who was about to throw the sword into the basket, paused and caressed the sword hilt for a moment, then gave up on the idea of doing so.
“Senior Brother Mu, let's go! I will show you around the mountain.”
Lin Qingluo seemed to sense the private exchange between the man and the sword, smiling as she carried her basket out of the courtyard.
“Alright.”
Mu Fan followed her instinctively, walking side by side with her.
Baoya and Hunao rushed out of the front door one after another, playing and chasing each other.
*
The two, along with the tiger and leopard, followed the paved path towards the village entrance.
Villagers they encountered along the way would warmly greet them.
“Quick, look! It's a baby tiger and a leopard!”
Children playing by the riverbank saw Baoya and Hunao and shouted excitedly, running across the soft sand to catch the two playful creatures.
“Ouch!”
A three or four-year-old toddler, running too fast, tripped and fell to the ground.
“Sister.”
He pouted pitifully, crying out in a tender little voice.
“Doubao, be good, don't cry.”
“Sister will rub your leg, and it won't hurt anymore.”
An eight or nine-year-old girl quickly ran over, picked him up, cradled him in her arms, rubbing his knee, and coaxed in a soft voice.
Under his sister's soothing, the toddler's sobbing gradually subsided.
“Sister.”
Seeing this scene, Mu Fan covered his chest, groaning in pain. The word 'sister' slipped out of his mouth, tears falling down his cheeks.
“Mu Fan?”
Lin Qingluo was alarmed, and to avoid drawing suspicion, she grabbed him, and they disappeared from their original spot.
In a blink of an eye, they both appeared beside a clear stream in a valley.
“Sister.”
Mu Fan's tears flowed uncontrollably, images vividly flashing through his mind.
A girl, only seven or eight years old, dressed in simple clothes and with pigtails, held a crying toddler in her arms and softly comforted him, her delicate, tender eyebrows, and eyes exuding extreme warmth.
Chapter end
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