On the mountainside, everyone had received the news and was overjoyed.
Aunt Wang, who was skilled at making soup, had already slaughtered two chickens to make soup as soon as the news arrived. She also quickly prepared dishes and hot water. Unable to resist, she also let people kill a half-grown lamb to roast over the fire. This three-month-old lamb roast was Su Pan'er's favorite dish, and also the marquis's favorite!
Qin Yi led Su Pan'er up the mountain, and people gathered around to offer their congratulations.
Qin Yi responded with a smile and chatted jovially before leading Pan'er into the house.
As soon as he looked up, he saw a table full of food. It wasn't exquisite, but it was a hot, nourishing meal, accompanied by the rich aroma of chicken soup in the air. As soon as this aroma entered Qin Yi's nose, his stomach growled like thunder, and he then realized how famished he was.