Be Cooked

Mo Boyuan heaved a sigh of relief. His son was young but not stupid.

"Alright, wait for me outside for a moment."

"Okay."

The boy waited for a little while and Mo Boyuan came out after changing clothes.

"Come here."

"Okay."

He trotted forward and held his father's big hand. The father and son headed to the meeting place.

When they reached the meeting place, they saw only the village chief. The other families were nowhere to be seen.

"Good morning, village chief!" The little boy greeted enthusiastically.

"Good morning, Little Ningning. Good morning, Mr. Mo."

The little boy liked the village chief. He let go of his father's hand and ran to the village chief.

"Village chief, where are Shitou and the others?" He asked.

"Oh, they haven't arrived yet. You and your dad are the first group to arrive, so you can pick the ingredients over there first."

The father and son looked over, and Mo Boyuan's heart sank.