That was someone a nobody like him couldn't afford to offend, so he could only watch others eat while drooling and coaxing his child.

"for you."

Song Yanqing took out a cloth bag from his chest and handed it to Lu Qiqi.

Lu Qiqi looked away, took the cloth bag from Song Yanqing, opened it, and found three bright red wild berries inside. She smiled and said, "Thank you."

Song Yan was able to walk within two days of regaining consciousness, and the wound on his leg had scabbed over.

During the days he was in a coma, Lu Qiqi gave him a lot of spiritual spring water to drink and apply. Seeing that he recovered so quickly, she marveled at how amazing the effects of the spiritual spring water were, and was also a little annoyed that she had been too impatient.

Fortunately, the person involved did not suspect anything, and she did not give Song Yanqing any more spiritual spring water afterward.

Now that her injuries had healed, Lu Qiqi felt less pressure and burdened in directing people. She pointed to a spot and said, "Song Yanqing, set up a stove here and boil some water. Today we'll steam some white sugar buns."

Third Aunt and Madam Lu took the two children to pick wild vegetables. The three men in the family were called away by the village chief to discuss something, leaving the two of them to cook dinner.

"Okay," Song Yanqing replied and went to move the stones.

After spending these few days together, Lu Qiqi discovered that Song Yanqing was not a talkative person. He mostly stood aside and watched, and would only respond when spoken to. He would not usually take the initiative to strike up a conversation with anyone.

Of course, among these people, Lu Qiqi had the most conversations with Song Yanqing.

Lu Qiqi watched as Song Yanqing set up the stove and the water boiled.

They then took out the flour and prepared to knead the dough.

Before she could even take out the white flour, an arrogant voice came from behind her.

"Hey, country girl, how much for this little lad?"

"I'll buy it!"