Given the current relationship between the two families, it's not that they're afraid he'll find out, but it's clear that waiting for Lin Dongfang to arrive is too late. If they happen to attract some other wild beasts with lingering power, that wouldn't be good.

Looking back at the now silent forest, the rustling wind was exceptionally clear. The stench of blood swirled around them on the gentle northwest wind, then drifted into the woods.

For some reason, there was an added sense of desolation.

It's simple, yet it's a little creepy.

Without wasting any time, he simply rolled up his sleeves, rummaged through his basket, and pulled out a bundle of rope.

"Come on, help me tie this up, we need to hurry home too."

The two children knew that Jian Dan was strong, and as a teenager, he was no longer a child. For example, at this moment, they were both unhappy.

"Sis, the two of us can do it too,"

Teenagers in their rebellious phase are very vain. Jian Dan is small, while the two tall and strong boys made Jian Dan carry the heaviest things, leaving the other two empty-handed. This was something that the two strong-willed boys would definitely not accept.

The two of them snatched the basket from Jian Dan, stood in front of her with stern faces, and stubbornly refused to move.

"Sister, we can do it too."

"Yes, heavy work should be done by boys."

Look at this, look at that, sigh simply, okay, okay, it's not a bad thing if the child likes to work.

"Sure?"

Seeing that she had agreed, the two children exchanged a glance, their faces showing a hint of joy, and nodded repeatedly.

Cheng Rui even raised his little fist.

"Sis, I'm strong. Look at my arms, they're really strong."

"Alright, alright, you two carry the smaller one, and I'll carry the other two and follow behind."

They tied a rope around the deer, found a thick tree branch, threaded it through the middle of the rope, and the two children, each holding one end, lifted the deer, which weighed over 100 pounds, like they were butchering a pig.

One in front and one behind, they were still a little unsteady, but after walking a few meters, they gradually got the hang of it.

I simply carried the two large ones and followed slowly behind, without urging them. We should support the children's enthusiasm.

She kept turning around and sprinkling out the powder that concealed her scent. She hadn't actually used it since she transmigrated. When she was alone, she didn't want to bother with it. But in an emergency, she would simply go into her spatial dimension.

With children around, it's always good to be cautious.

At this age, the children have almost all worked hard since they were little, but the weight of over 100 pounds is not easy for two half-grown children.

Soon, the stinging pain in his shoulder became very noticeable. After all, he was a child, and it showed on his face. However, he was very stubborn and refused to say that he wanted to rest.

To be honest, just looking at it, I really admire that kind of perseverance.

She also wanted to see how patient the child was, so she remained silent.

I thought that after walking a while longer, the children would ask to rest, but the two boys seemed to have a tacit understanding and increased the frequency of switching shoulders. At the same time, they also quietly put their hands on their shoulders to reduce the pain caused by friction.

Simply and quietly followed, watching the two children grit their teeth, switching hands almost every few minutes, their facial expressions becoming increasingly vivid, baring their teeth from various angles.

In the dead of winter, the two children's hair and necks were soaked with a thin layer of sweat, and the strands of hair were stuck tightly to their foreheads.

Although it was gratifying, seeing the simplicity also brought a pang of sadness.

It's not good for a child to be too sensible.

They happened to reach a relatively flat slope, with no villagers nearby. With a simple, decisive move, they tossed the two deer aside, feigning exhaustion and panting heavily.

"I can't take it anymore, I need to rest for a while. I can't walk anymore, my arms are sore."

If you didn't say it was a child, they would immediately take it seriously, and then breathe a huge sigh of relief, carefully put the things down, and even moving their arms seemed much easier.

Cheng Rui grinned and moved closer to Jian Dan.

"Sis, you're amazing! These two big ones weigh several hundred pounds, and you carried them this far before you got tired."

This is the smallest one; it took the two of us to carry it, and we're both exhausted.

Cheng An nodded silently, gently swung his arm, and rubbed his shoulder. It was clear that he was in great pain.

They stuffed a piece of beef jerky into each of their mouths and told them to wipe their sweat, saying that if they caught a cold in this cold northwest wind, they would catch a cold when they got back.

I was still thinking to myself that I would boil ginger water as soon as I got home.

After resting for a while, the two children took a breath and asked to continue. Jian Dan didn't say anything. Getting home sooner would allow them to rest sooner, which was good.

The three of them quietly went out and quietly entered the yard from the backyard, without disturbing the villagers. When they reached the front yard, they could still hear the villagers returning from gathering firewood talking.

Cheng Rui suppressed a chuckle.

"Sis, do you think they'd be drooling if they knew we just walked right past them with so much meat on us?"

He simply took the firewood he handed him, lit the stove, opened the pot, threw in several slices of ginger, a handful of brown sugar, and added a ladle of water.

"I don't know if other people will be so envious they'll cry, but I feel like you'll be crying in a minute."

Why?

The child kept his head down, tending the fire, without looking up at the pot. He simply smiled and didn't say anything. He then put water into another large pot and placed the less frequently used small pot on top of it.

"I won't cook any dishes tonight. I'll just boil a pot of rice noodles. Tomorrow, after we've cleaned up, we can cook some meat, okay?"

"OK!"

The two children weren't picky eaters and cooperated well. They were also interested in this new and unfamiliar food.

"Sis, what is rice noodles? Does it have both rice and noodles?"

Cheng An slapped his forehead. How could his brother be so stupid when it came to food?

"Don't some places in your area have rice noodles? This is also a local specialty, but the way it's made, the taste, and the texture are completely different. I think it's quite delicious. You can try it in a bit. If you like it, we can have it for breakfast."

It's not easy to make something simple and natural; everything is semi-finished. The rice noodles and sauces are ready-made. You just need to add some side dishes that you like. It's not a rigid rule, so it's not difficult for her. It's just asking the kids to do it, and the kids are happy to do it.

Soon, a steaming pot of rice noodles was served on the kang table.

The aroma wafted straight into their noses, and the spicy ginger water, which stung their hearts and stomachs, didn't deter the two children; they closed their eyes and gulped it down.

With the fire burning and a bowl of piping hot rice noodles in hand, the group warmed up completely.

"Sis, this is so delicious! Can we have it again tomorrow?"

Simple food is satisfying, but speech is unclear.

"Okay, but you're in charge of cleaning up."

The two children readily agreed.

"Why don't you teach us? Not only will you clean up, but you won't have to lift a finger. We'll cook it all, and then you can get up and eat it all."