Chapter 22: Fishing in the Evil River
"Hehe, good boy, you know there are benefits in following your sister," Yang Chuxia wiped her hand of oil and then dragged Yang Qingrui out of the forest, "Let's go. I'm going to grill some quail eggs for you in the field."
"Sister, why don't we go back and grill them?" Grilling outside seemed like hoarding the food for themselves.
"Are you silly? Would we be able to eat peacefully if we grill them at home?"
Even though she was not worried that Old Lady Hua and her people would snatch it, the fuss over a few quail eggs was rather annoying.
Yang Qingrui thought about it and agreed, but he still suggested, "Let's grill some and bring them back for our little brothers to eat."
The kid was good-natured, selfless, and purely kind, which made him her beloved little brother. Yang Chuxia happily nodded.
"Of course!"