When Qin heard it was her son's voice, she was so frightened that she threw down her basket and rushed over.

Seeing this, the other members of the Mo family also rushed over.

The screams were so shrill, could it be that it encountered a wild beast or something?

Oh no, how can a small child fight off a highly aggressive wild beast?

When the group arrived at the scene, they were carrying sticks they had picked up along the way and searching for wild animals. When they saw what they saw, they were instantly stunned.

In a hollow overgrown with grass, a brood of chickens flapped their wings. Qin was busy catching the chickens and tying their feet, while Mo Jiaxing helped out. Su Nanxi seemed to be terrified and collapsed to the ground.

Upon recognizing the person, Madam Qin lowered her voice and beckoned, "Come and help us quickly!"

The group snapped out of their daze, threw down their sticks, and ran over.

They knew that whoever took something from the mountains kept it, and if someone came, there would be a lot of trouble. So, it was important to catch them, hide them, and go back home as soon as possible.

These people worked together seamlessly, without saying a word, quickly tying up the chicken, stuffing it into their baskets, and then covering it with several layers of straw before heading home.

As they passed by the fields, they called back the people who were working there.

When someone asked curiously, they all replied that Mo Qinghe was worried about being alone at home, and that he wasn't feeling well.

The villagers had doubts, but they didn't investigate too much; they were too busy and soon forgot about it.

Mo Qinghe was knitting alone at home, but he found it difficult to concentrate and didn't knit much in half a day. Just as he was feeling frustrated, the Mo family returned in a large group.

My first thought was that something must have happened. They came back so early, and all dressed up.

They were even more surprised when they saw them emptying several chickens from their baskets.

Qin asked her son, "Jiaxing, was this a trap you set?"

Mo Jiaxing shook his head and pointed to Su Nanxi in the corner, "It was Third Aunt who set it up, I was just helping out."

Everyone looked at Su Nanxi, not quite believing it.

Mo Jiaxing didn't take credit for it. "It really was Third Aunt who arranged it. Don't you know what I'm capable of?"

Oh! That's true!

The way everyone looked at Su Nanxi instantly changed. Su Nanxi couldn't understand it, but she felt that they were no longer so distant from her.

Mo Yunmei pursed her lips and muttered, "Tch! It's just a coincidence. You actually believed she could do it?"

Su Nanxi waved his hand and gestured, indicating that they should settle the chickens first.

The adults understood and quickly picked up the chicken.

The children looked at Su Nanxi with great joy, wanting to get closer but not daring to.

Mo Jiaxing went over first, saying, "Third Aunt, I want to go with you again next time."

Su Nanxi smiled and nodded.

Seeing this, the other children were no longer afraid and rushed over, shouting, "I want one too! I want one too!"

Su Nanxi was at a loss for what to do. Seeing the little guy squeezing in, she held her hands up, not knowing where to put them.

When the children first approached her, even though she didn't know them very well, she couldn't bear to extinguish the light in their eyes, so she patted each of their heads to indicate that they were okay with it.

A group of children cheered, jumped around her for a while, and then ran away.

Finally, I saw Mo Qinghe.

Su Nanxi ran over, put down her basket, took out four eggs from a pile of leaves, placed them in front of Mo Qinghe, and gestured with them.

Mo Qinghe looked at the eggs. "Are you suggesting I cook them for you?"

Su Nanxi nodded.

Mo Qinghe looked up at her, "Eggs are rare, are you sure you want me to eat them all?"

Sigh! I have plenty of eggs, but I don't dare take out too many at once!

Mo Qinghe's eyes flickered. "Aren't you going to eat?"

Ugh! She eats it every day!

Su Nanxi simply took the eggs to Old Lady Mo and gestured for her to kill the chicken and eat it, while Mo Qinghe could keep the eggs.

When everyone heard that Old Lady Mo was going to kill a chicken, they couldn't help but swallow their saliva. They couldn't even remember the last time they had eaten meat!

The chicken we caught this time was very big, with long legs and beautiful feathers; it was clearly not an ordinary chicken.

Grandma Mo said she would kill one to eat, and keep the other five to sell for some money. The eggs would be left for Mo Qinghe to eat, and no one objected.

Su Nanxi, who has difficulty communicating, couldn't help, so she didn't add to the trouble. She brought Mo Qinghe a bowl of water and sat down to wait for her to eat.

Bored while sitting, she picked up the basket, rummaged through the leaves inside, pretending to take something out, but actually taking something out of her spatial storage.

I didn't dare put in too many, so I put in three or four peaches, the smallest kind at that.

"Did you pick these on the mountain?" Mo Qinghe asked, taking the peach.

Su Nanxi nodded as she ate.

Seeing her enjoying the peach, Mo Qinghe also took a small bite. The sweet peach juice instantly filled his mouth, stimulating his taste buds. He couldn't help but take another bite. Mmm, this was the best and sweetest peach he had ever eaten!

Everyone else was looking at the chickens, and no one paid attention to the two of them.

After finishing the peach, Su Nanxi wiped Mo Qinghe's hands with a damp cloth, then sat under the eaves and watched him weave.

Mo Qinghe felt extremely uncomfortable under her gaze; he never expected Su Nanxi to wipe his hands!

Since he became unable to walk, he only washes his hands before meals and after using the toilet; otherwise, he rarely washes them, and no one helps him wash them.

His fingertips seemed to still retain the warmth of Su Nanxi's body, burning hot, just like her gaze. He felt as if his hands were no longer his own.

You can't eat too much, or your brain won't work properly!

Su Nanxi didn't notice his unusual behavior; she was drawn to Mo Qinghe's fingers.

These hands are so beautiful, with long, well-defined joints and neat, rounded nails. As they twirled and leaped among the bamboo strips, for a moment, she felt as if fairies were dancing among them.

Seeing that Su Nanxi was engrossed in watching, Mo Qinghe felt reassured and gradually relaxed, his fingers becoming more and more nimble.

A commotion ensued, followed by cries and screams.

Su Nanxi jumped up in fright and looked in the direction of the sound. She saw several people hurriedly carrying Old Man Mo back and placing him on the ground in the yard. Old Lady Mo rushed over and cried out.

Su Nanxi turned to look at Mo Qinghe, who stopped what he was doing, looked at the courtyard, and had a serious expression.

She couldn't speak or help, but that didn't stop her from going to investigate.

From what these people were saying, she roughly understood what was going on.

Old Mo, unable to stay idle, went to the fields again since it was still early. He was chased by a startled calf and fell off the embankment. The calf, for some reason, also fell, crushing Old Mo. Villagers rushed over and found Old Mo barely alive, so they quickly carried him back.

Su Nanxi squeezed forward to see Old Man Mo again. Seeing that the man looked unwell, her heart sank, and she didn't know what to do.

Suddenly someone shouted, "Quickly, fetch a doctor! The person is dying!"

Su Nanxi quickly stepped aside and retreated to Mo Qinghe's side.

"Bring a bowl of water for Dad to drink!"

Mo Qinghe suddenly spoke, and Su Nanxi didn't react.

Mo Qinghe repeated it.

The tone was firm and decisive.

Su Nanxi gestured to confirm, and Mo Qinghe nodded firmly.

Without thinking twice, Su Nanxi did as instructed, rushed into the kitchen, grabbed a bowl, turned her back to the door, pretended to scoop water, and secretly poured out a bowl of spiritual spring water.

He took it out, and when no one was looking, he squeezed forward and started doing a series of things.

Just then, Old Mrs. Mo was holding Old Mr. Mo's head and crying, so there was no need to help him up; she was given the medicine directly.

"Who are you?! You're trying to get Uncle Mo drunk!"