Su Muyao was unaware of the villagers' thoughts; otherwise, she would have burst out laughing.

These crops should be ready for harvest in about two weeks.

As I was walking along the roadside, I saw the plump aunt next door getting into a fight with another new bride over a nest of bird eggs.

Then the plump aunt grabbed another young woman's hair and said, "My husband found these bird eggs first, so why should they belong to your family?"

The young wife, not to be outdone, pinched the tender flesh on the plump aunt's arm.

"My son climbed the tree and got it down, so of course it belongs to us. Let go of me!"

Two adults were arguing, while two children stared at each other.

There were only five or six small bird eggs in the nest on the ground. Su Muyao happened to be passing by and licked her lips. She had never tasted bird eggs before.

Thinking of this, he went home, gathered his older brothers, and headed up the mountain.

There are often many people looking for wild vegetables and fruits on the outskirts of this mountain, as long as you don't go further in.

Su Muyao knew this mountain inside and out; she had ridden the Wolf King to almost every place it could go before.

Just as I reached the dense forest at the foot of the mountain, something suddenly fell from above.

Su Muyao subconsciously took a step back, only to see a spiky ball roll to the ground right in front of her.

I squatted down and looked at the spiky ball, which seemed familiar. I peeled it open with my hands and was immediately surprised to find that it was a chestnut.

"My goodness, thank goodness I instinctively took a step back just now. Just thinking about it hurts so much if it had hit my head."

She looked up and saw a chestnut tree overhead, its chestnuts, still somewhat green, hidden among the ancient trees.

If you're far away, you can't even see that the tree is full of chestnuts.

The little boy hugged the tree trunk, trying to shake down one or two chestnuts, when suddenly he remembered something and called to his older brother to find two thick wooden sticks in the woods and start hitting the branches of the chestnut tree.

Spiky balls fell rapidly from the tree.

People digging for wild vegetables nearby also spotted Little Lucky Star here. They wondered what it was doing, since this spiky ball can't be eaten, so why did it break off?

"Little lucky star, do you want to play with this? Come on, Auntie will help you."

"Uncle will help you too."

Soon, someone carried Su Muyao aside. Everyone knocked all the thorny balls off the tree before they felt at ease, letting the children play under the tree.

If that thing falls from the tree and hits a child on the head, it wouldn't be good, especially for that soft and cuddly little lucky star.

They are the ones who will get hurt, bumped, and feel heartbroken.

Seeing that the villagers had finished helping her and were about to go their separate ways to find wild vegetables, Su Muyao immediately called out to them.

"Uncle, Auntie, the things on this tree are edible. My master taught me that these are called chestnuts. They can be eaten raw or boiled. They are very sweet and fragrant."

Upon hearing this, everyone quickly returned. A few of the bolder ones even imitated the little dumpling and dug out the fruit inside.

I took a bite and felt that the outer skin was hard, while the fruit inside had a sweet taste.

"They really can eat a lot."

Everyone then realized that Little Lucky Star had discovered new food and wasn't just playing around.

The people looked up at the trees overhead and then at the trees not far away; there were at least three or four more.

One of the younger women asked Su Muyao, "Sweetie, can we pick the ones from the other trees?"

The little dumpling burst out laughing, "Auntie, what are you saying? This is an unclaimed item, everyone can take it back."

"Okay, all right now!"

Those who had been knocked to the ground by these people didn't bother to pick up the children's belongings; instead, they all went to the nearby trees to knock down chestnuts.

Basically, three or four people would shake a tree, and the only sound in the forest was the rustling of the leaves. The group of people were unusually silent.

Everyone knew that if they were slow, the others would come and take away the few chestnuts they had.

Su Muyao and her brothers filled all the small bamboo baskets they had brought with them to the brim.

Then he headed home.

Meanwhile, some people were passing by on the mountain picking wild vegetables, and upon seeing this scene, they quickly joined the chestnut picking team.

The small bamboo basket that Su Muyao was carrying weighed at most two pounds, while the bamboo baskets of her older brothers looked to weigh at least ten or twenty pounds.

Before leaving, I took a closer look at the area and found that there were only a few chestnut trees.

As soon as they got home, the children presented the tempting little fruits one by one, like they were showing off a treasure.

Grandma Su looked at the small fruits in her grandsons' hands, completely unfamiliar with them.

It's not that the old lady didn't recognize it; Su Muyao had her brothers take out the small fruits inside while they were on the mountain.

If we bring the whole ball back together, we really can't fit that many.

Su Muyao still missed the roasted chestnuts she ate in her previous life.

I'm not a professional, but if I follow along, the result shouldn't be too different.

First, wash each chestnut thoroughly and then cut a cross on each one before steaming them in a large pot until cooked.

Pour all the previously rendered lard into the pot, and once the oil is hot, add a large handful of sugar.

They began to wait patiently for the sugar to boil into syrup, while Grandma Su, watching from the side, was heartbroken and sobbing.

Half a jar of oil should last at least half a month, but my granddaughter just squandered it all.

And that sugar, "Oh my god, what's this chestnut stuff called? It uses so much oil and sugar!"

"Grandma, you feel bad about it now, but you'll know how delicious it is when you eat it later."

Grandma Su didn't say anything, but what she was thinking was, how could it not smell good? So much oil and sugar were used, oh my, this stuff is really precious.

Once the syrup turned brown, a large bowl of chestnuts was poured into the pot and stirred continuously with a large spatula.

He then instructed his grandmother to reduce the fire to a low flame until the chestnuts slowly changed color.

A gust of wind blew by, and the aroma of chestnuts wafted through the yard. Su Sanlang, who was still busy at work, took a deep breath.

"What's all the noise coming from the kitchen? And why does it smell so good?"

Su Mingxuan raised his little hand and said, "Dad, I know it's my little sister. She said she's going to roast chestnuts for us. Grandpa and Grandma are helping her make them in the kitchen right now."

The three daughters-in-law, who were sewing and mending clothes inside the house, also came out and went to the kitchen, wanting to see what they were making that smelled so good.

Before Su Sanlang could even ask what chestnuts were, he saw his youngest son drop what he was holding and run off to the kitchen.

Upon arriving at the kitchen, Su Mingxuan swallowed hard, his mouth watering, "Sister smells so good."

Until Old Man Su swung the spatula like a whirlwind, finally, a large pot of chestnuts was brightly colored, and the flesh at the opening turned a golden yellow.

The chestnuts are coated with oil and sugar, making them look incredibly tempting.

Old Man Su wanted to take one out to try first, but Su Muyao stopped him with lightning speed.

"Grandpa can't eat this right now, or he'll break his teeth."