The atmosphere inside the cave was a bit strange. Ali didn't want Xia Qingqing to see the quarrel between his tribesmen, so after reporting to the chief, he left the cave directly.

Only after running back to his cave did Ali feel relieved enough to answer the video call: "Goddess, what can I do for you?"

"It's nothing. I managed to get a few pounds of salt. I was just asking if you needed any." Xia Qingqing had guessed that Ali and his people might be short of salt after hearing Ali mention that their salt stones had been stolen by the Mad Lion Tribe.

After all, the original plane probably doesn't have salt-making techniques now.

Xia Qingqing thought Ali would ask her for help, but he didn't. She was busy feeding the pigs every day anyway, so she put the matter aside.

This time, Qin Chuan gave her some salt coupons, so she simply bought them all.

Ali looked at Xia Qingqing with some disbelief: "The salt you're talking about, is it rock salt?"

"Hmm, about the same, maybe a little better than rock salt?" Xia Qingqing guessed that the rock salt Ali was referring to was probably a salt-containing stone.

The salt sold at her supply and marketing cooperative was packaged in paper tubes made of kraft paper, with each tube containing one pound of salt. She directly delivered a tube of salt to Ali.

Ali looked at the strange paper tube and carefully opened it according to Xia Qingqing's instructions, finding tiny white particles inside.

"Goddess, is this the salt you spoke of?"

Xia Qingqing nodded: "That's right, you can try it."

Ali carefully dipped his finger in a little salt, then tentatively put it in his mouth, and instantly a salty taste exploded in his mouth.

Ali raised his hands excitedly, his eyes sparkling with ecstatic light: "Goddess, your salt is much better than any rock salt I've ever tasted."

Seeing how happy he was, Xia Qingqing knew he really needed it, so she promptly gave the remaining three tubes of salt to Ali.

"Don't eat this salt directly. You can put it in the soup or rub it on the meat. This will make the food taste better."

Upon hearing this, Ali nodded earnestly: "Thank you. With the iron pot you gave us, the tribe now boils several pots of water and soup every day, and the females and cubs rarely have stomach aches anymore."

Xia Qingqing was happy to hear this: "It's good that I can help you."

After hanging up the video call, Ali happily ran to the chief's cave: "Chief, that's great! The goddess has given us salt."

The beastmen inside the cave heard Ali's cheers and looked at him expectantly, asking, "What is salt? Is it just salt rock?"

Even Kun looked on with anticipation. Ali stepped forward and showed Kun the opened container of salt: "Chief, these snow-white granules are salt. They are better than saltstone. The goddess said that they can also be put in soup or rubbed on meat."

Everyone got excited: "Ali, you're amazing! We even misunderstood that you didn't care about the tribe. We didn't expect that you had secretly asked the goddess for help. You didn't tell us because you were afraid that the goddess wouldn't agree."

Ali shook his head. "No, this was given to me by the goddess herself."

Everyone looked at each other in surprise, not expecting the goddess to be so considerate. Kun looked at Ali's silly grin and secretly sighed in his heart. Although Ali was a bit silly, he was very lucky, so lucky that even he, the leader, was a little envious.

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That evening, at Xia Qingqing's insistence, Zhang Hongyan cooked a pot of rice and a bowl of braised pork with potatoes.

At first, Zhang Hongyan refused no matter what she said: "This pound of meat is enough for several meals. Wouldn't it be better to save it and eat it slowly?"

Xia Qingqing affectionately took her hand and said coquettishly, "But there are four of us. If we make too little, it won't be enough to share. We might as well eat our fill at once."

Zhang Hongyan had no way to deal with her spoiled appearance, and affectionately tapped her forehead: "Eat, eat, eat, I'll let you eat your fill today."

Gou Dan gave his sister a thumbs up, while secretly learning Xia Qingqing's coquettish skills. He thought that if he learned such a magical skill, he could avoid getting beaten up a few times.

During the meal, everyone was unusually quiet. The rice and braised pork were so delicious that no one could stop eating.

Especially Gou Dan, the little guy, eats just as much as three adults.

In the end, Xia Qingqing couldn't stand it anymore and took Gou Dan's bowl away: "Okay, stop coming, or you'll burst your stomach."

Upon hearing this, Gou Dan rubbed his round belly. He was indeed a little full, but he felt that he could still eat more if he tried.

Unlike her daughter, Zhang Hongyan was not gentle. She hooked her finger and tapped Gou Dan's head: "If you don't behave, next time we have meat at home, you can just watch and you won't get a single piece."

Dog Egg was successfully threatened and stopped talking about eating another bowl. He obediently put down his chopsticks.

"That's more like it. You'll only feel uncomfortable if you eat too much," Xia Qingqing said, though she felt a little uneasy.

In today's world, seven-year-old children can be picky eaters, and even when they don't want to eat, someone can feed them.

At the same age, Gou Dan only wanted to stuff himself with meat when he saw it. He probably understood that his family could only eat meat once in a long while, so he wanted to eat to his heart's content.

Xia Qingqing leaned over and whispered in Gou Dan's ear, "Be good, I'll buy meat again next time."

These words instantly brought a happy smile to Gou Dan's previously unhappy face: "Okay, I'll definitely be good."

Zhang Hongyan and Xia Heping exchanged a knowing glance as they watched their two children's antics. Life was truly wonderful.

After dinner, Xia Qingqing volunteered to wash the dishes. Zhang Hongyan had to work during the day and cook when she got home, so it would be a waste for her not to even wash a dish.

In the quiet of the night, Zhang Hongyan couldn't sleep. She was worried about the pile of things her daughter had brought home that day.

Although Xia Qingqing explained to her that the tickets were a gift from a friend, Zhang Hongyan estimated the price of the items and realized that her daughter couldn't afford them at all.

Looking at the man sleeping like a log next to her, Zhang Hongyan became even more irritated and kicked him in the buttocks.

Xia Heping was suddenly kicked awake. Thinking it was dawn and time to go to work, he started getting dressed with his eyes closed.

Then Zhang Hongyan grabbed his ear and said, "Wife, what are you doing?"

"I can't sleep, talk to me," Zhang Hongyan said in a muffled voice.

Xia Heping's face was full of helplessness. He could just talk, why did he have to resort to physical violence? But he dared not actually voice his opinion.

He sat up straight and looked at Zhang Hongyan, saying, "Alright, whatever you want to say, I'll tell you."

"Do you think our daughter has done something illegal?"