Chapter 237. Being Worshiped
After a round of laughter, everyone couldn’t help but ask curiously, "Jin’er, we heard you went hunting wild boar with your dad. That’s amazing!"
"It’s not that amazing. I was just tagging along. It was mainly my dad and the others who caught a few wild chickens," Jin’er said modestly.
"Catching wild chickens is impressive enough. We can’t even dream of capturing a single wild chicken feather," Daya said sincerely admiring.
She was the oldest among them, already fifteen. If it weren’t for this sudden disaster, her family would have started looking for a match for her.
At fifteen or sixteen, it’s the most beautiful time of life. Even with darker skin, she’s like a budding flower, yet these days she’s become much fairer, catching Jin’er’s eye.
"That’s not true. It’s because you catch them less frequently. If you catch more often, you’ll naturally succeed too. Besides, you’re learning now. Keep practicing, and you’ll react faster, making it easier. Plus, I had help," Jin’er said, opening her small satchel and taking out the tiny crossbow her father crafted for her.
"What’s this...?"
Looking quite impressive, Daya and the others widened their eyes in curiosity, though they dared not touch it.
"It’s the small crossbow my father made for me."
"A small crossbow... what’s that?" They genuinely didn’t know.