Anle stretched listlessly, her back immediately aching, and she grimaced. When she caught a glimpse of a large drop of pure white dew emerging from the seven-colored earth on the screen, her half-stretched stretch froze.

Anle stared intently at the pure white creature on the screen, rubbed his eyes, blinked again, and then let out a joyful cry.

"Is this the milk I just planted?"

Hey, that's interesting, that's fun! She planted two more steamed buns for the little guy, and he seems to have a special fondness for steamed buns, eating them with great relish!

When Anle emerged from the Seven-Colored Garden, it was still dark. She sat on the threshold, glanced at the single steaming hot bun she had grown, and sighed.

"It's fun, but the level is limited, and you can only grow one steamed bun. There's even a limitation. No way, I have to level up. I must level up. When I have free time, I'll find some time to think about that leveling-up strategy."

"Little sister, what are you muttering about?"

Upon hearing An Ding's voice, An Le's hand trembled in fright. She quickly stuffed the steamed bun into her bosom, stood up, turned her head, and gave An Ding a dry laugh.

"Second brother, you're up? Why are you up so early?"

An Ding glanced at the small, barely concealed bulge on An Le's chest.

"Don't you usually get up at this time? What are you hiding, little sister?"

"Huh? No...nothing, hehe—" Anle's face turned pale at the question, and her smile became a little stiff. She quickly moved aside to make room for Anmancang behind her.

Before An Ding could ask any more questions, An Mancang came out carrying a basket, interrupting the brother and sister's conversation.

"Second brother, let's go up the mountain."

An Ding nodded, turned his gaze away from An Le's face, and then stepped out the door, not forgetting to give a final word of advice as he left.

"Little sister, you should rest well at home and stop being naughty. When we come back, Dad and I will go ask Grandma Zhu for some more herbs."

Anle looked up at the sky and paused, stunned.

"Huh? You're going out so early? It's not even dawn yet! Isn't that too early?" It's only about four o'clock at most.

An Ding smiled and gently rubbed An Le's head.

"It's getting late. When else do you leave at this time?"

Anle licked her lips.

"Uh... what about breakfast? Aren't you going to eat breakfast?"

An Mancang lifted his basket and smiled with satisfaction.

"There are a few vegetable pancakes in the basket, enough to fill your stomach." This child is now showing concern for his father.

This fall has made him a lot more sensible!

Watching the two figures, one big and one small, leave, Anle frowned, feeling inexplicably uneasy.

What a miserable life!

They were just hoping to fill their stomachs with those bitter, coarse vegetable pancakes that rubbed against their throats when they swallowed.

Does this family live on vegetable pancakes every day?

She finally understood why that little guy loved steamed buns so much!

This plan to get rich must be put on the agenda!

She was unwilling to live a famine-stricken life here, eating only vegetable pancakes every day!

Anle sighed as she touched the steamed bun in her arms. "Forget it, I'll keep this steamed bun for myself. I don't know what excuse I can give that little guy to give it to!"

She felt inexplicably uneasy in front of her second brother just now. If she gave it to that little guy, she couldn't guarantee that he wouldn't reveal the whole thing about the steamed buns.

As dawn broke, a short, fat boy, his body covered in flesh, waddled up to the An family's gate, his chubby frame jiggling. Before he even entered, he started calling out from across the courtyard.

"An Yi, I heard from Grandma Zhu that your sister fell from a tree in the mountains yesterday and hit her head. I want to check if she's injured."

The chubby boy walked in with a cheerful grin, his smug and carefree expression instantly reigniting An Yi's anger, which she had managed to suppress yesterday.

The fire got even bigger!!!

He slapped the chubby boy on the head.

"Keep your voice down, you bastard! Don't disturb my sister's rest. It's all your fault, you dare to come to my house to watch the show. I'm going to beat you up today!" An Yi said, grabbing the chubby boy by the collar and pulling him outside, wanting to drag him out and beat him up. He couldn't vent his anger without doing so.

The chubby boy winced and clutched his head, howling in pain.

"Aaaaah... An Yi, what are you doing, you bastard? Your sister fell, why are you taking it out on me? If you dare hit her, I'll tell my mother and she'll come and deal with you—"

"Third Brother, what are you doing? Are you really going to hit me?" An Ning anxiously rushed out, chasing after An Yi and pulling and tugging at him to stop him.

"Get out of my way! I'm going to beat him up today. If it weren't for him, would my little sister be like this?"

Anning was pushed and stumbled, landing hard on her backside as she yelled at the top of her lungs.

"Then go ahead and hit him. If you do, let his unreasonable mother come looking for him. Let's see how she handles that. She's still working for him."

An Yi's raised fist froze instantly, and he dropped it like a deflated balloon.

The chubby boy, who was fearless at this moment, stopped howling and instead looked up at An Yi with a smug expression.

"An Yi, you little brat, why don't you hit me? Come on, I'll let you hit me in the face. If you don't hit me, you're not human."

Upon seeing this, An Ning was immediately enraged. She nimbly stood up and kicked the chubby boy in the butt.

"If I don't hit you, you're still pushing your luck? My third brother won't hit you? You think he wouldn't dare? Get out of here right now, just looking at you makes me angry."

Anning grabbed a broom used for scooping chicken droppings from under the fence and swung it at the chubby boy.

The chubby boy, who had been kicked flat on his back by An Ning, scrambled to his feet with a howl. Instead of running outside the yard, he just kept whining and circling around inside, shouting, "Ah, they're hitting me! They're hitting me! The An siblings are hitting me!"

An Yi, his face grim and cold, gave a shout.

"Shut up and get out!" Her tantrum was just like her wretched mother's.

Having never seen An Yi like this before, the chubby boy was so frightened that he trembled all over and dared not howl anymore. He ran out of the yard, his chubby body shaking.

"If you do it again, I'll hit you!" An Ning added, not forgetting to scare him.

Anle, who was on the kang (heated brick bed) in the east room, peered out the window. Although she couldn't see clearly, she could hear everything.

It turns out that it was this chubby little boy who persuaded the original owner to go up the trees in the mountains to steal bird eggs.

However, she also felt that this incident couldn't be blamed on the chubby boy; it was simply an accident.

Anjing, who was chopping vegetable leaves for the chicken in the outer room, frowned as she glanced at Anyi and Anning, who came in one after the other.

"Third brother, fourth sister, why did you two start hitting him?"