Lu Fangfang was deeply moved, and she gave Xiaohua a good rub.

"Zhuang Mingcheng, you're an adult, but you're not as sensible as Xiaohua."

"Cough cough..."

Zhuang Mingcheng dared not refute, and he quickly chopped off another rabbit leg and carefully handed it to Xiaohua.

Hearing that his lover's voice was still a little hoarse, he went inside to get a kettle and a dagger, intending to go out and get some more birch sap.

"No, no, come back..."

Lu Fangfang quickly stopped him, "The tree is so small, you can't harvest it every day. I planted it with great difficulty, don't kill it."

Forehead……

Zhuang Mingcheng scratched his head.

My partner is right; the tree isn't even as thick as his arm, so we really can't catch them too often.

He hurried inside, made some sweet soup for his wife, and then brought it to her.

"Drink some water to soothe your throat, it's too hoarse."

Lu Fangfang blushed slightly and glared at the man.

She blew on the teacup, then took a small sip.

Seeing the two pikas on the ground, she reached out and patted Xiaohua, wanting her to eat them, but Xiaohua just looked at them and wasn't interested at all.

Well, the little guy just ate some rabbit meat and he's already getting picky.

Having no other choice, she took a dagger, sliced ​​some rabbit meat, and planned to feed it to the Tibetan fox in the house.

She carried the remaining carcasses of the pika and rabbit to the small vegetable garden outside the yard with an iron shovel.

The hawthorn seeds she planted in her small vegetable garden have all sprouted, but the seedlings are too small, and it's unclear when they will bear fruit.

She estimated that it would take at least two or three years.

She dug a hole next to the hawthorn seedlings and buried the remains of the pika in it.