Chapter 26 - 25: Foodie
Zhao Guangran gathered the branches that had fallen on the ground.
Zhao Xuran, holding a machete, went to chop some branches. If he spotted any fruits or mushrooms, he would say, "Nizi, there are mushrooms here."
"Nizi, there are black fungi here."
Every time she heard this, Gong Ruini would happily scurry over, picking them cheerfully and gently placing them into her basket.
Once dried, these ingredients would turn into a delicious treat for winter. If used to stew chicken, they would be exceptionally tasty.
Gong Ruini licked her lips carefully, thinking how wonderful it would be to catch a pheasant. She used to think pheasant was a type of fish, but later realized it was a kind of wild chicken, renowned for its exquisite flavor.
In the past, she had only heard of pheasants, but due to excessive human hunting, their numbers dwindled drastically. For someone like Gong Ruini, it remained a dish she had heard of but never had the chance to taste.
Unexpectedly, having traversed through time to this era, she now had the opportunity to savor this famous dish. The mere thought of it made Gong Ruini feel incredibly excited.
"What delicious treat are you pondering over?" Zhao Guangran complained indignantly, as he tied up the firewood. He saw Gong Ruini smiling like a cat that had just stolen fish.
Zhao Guangran felt that Gong Ruini’s current smile was rather displeasing. If it weren’t for her, he might have been hunting with his father on the mountain or setting traps for game right now.
Now, everything had changed. He was stuck dealing with firewood, yearning to hunt—ah, blame it all on the Gong siblings.