Lu Wujiu headed into the mountains; he was very skilled at hunting.

The resentful gaze from Changsheng behind him made him momentarily at a loss.

Changsheng turned to look at the pagoda.

The pagoda was quiet and still, unlike any other pagoda on ordinary days.

“Godmother, Uncle is leaving. Do you want to come with us to the State of Qi? I’ll have Uncle build you a house made of gold. You can live in it every day. I won’t let you cry so much that the city walls will collapse, and I won’t let you see any butterflies. Every day when you wake up, you’ll see nothing but gold!”

"You want to be a tyrant who wastes resources and manpower?" Su Jiaoniang looked at Changsheng.

Gouhua's gaze also turned to Changsheng: "Do you have a lot of gold at home? Can you build me a house made of gold? I can lie in it and stay in it every day without going out."

Changsheng looked at Gouhua with a scrutinizing gaze.

Finally, he shook his head very seriously: "No, you're not enough! I only want to build a golden house for my godmother."

Dog Flower's eyes reddened, and she almost burst into tears.

Holding the little girl's hand, he said, "Let's never talk to him again!"

"Ignore him!" Xiao Ya nodded vigorously and helped Gouhua wipe away her tears.

Changsheng stared wide-eyed at Gouhua. Why couldn't Xiaoya pay attention to him? Xiaoya was so cute!

He grabbed the little girl's hair and gave Gouhua a provocative look: "I'm getting it cut!"

Su Jiaoniang stood by, watching the children's pure feelings and their playful bickering. A smile slowly crept onto her lips. The children were just too adorable!

As for the quarrels and noise, she wouldn't interfere.

Children have their own ways of solving problems.

An adult's job is simply to protect them from injury and prevent them from overdoing it; otherwise, they should just watch.

Whether it's a golden house or not is not important!

The mountain wind whispers in my ears, and children's innocent words fill the air; as far as the eye can see, there is a magnificent landscape.

Footsteps sounded, and Lu Wujiu came over carrying a wild goat, which was bleating. He handed the goat to Su Jiaoniang.

Su Jiaoniang took a wood-chopping knife and killed the goat with a single blow.

Although it's not good to eat such greasy food in the morning, an occasional picnic can be quite fun.

Su Jiaoniang lit the fire, put the marinated Quanyang on the fire to roast, took out several golden-brown and charred flatbreads from her basket, along with a water jar, roasted the mutton, heated the flatbreads on the fire, and distributed some to everyone.

Using a dagger, I separated the lamb ribs one by one, giving each child one rib. I watched them gnaw on the ribs and eat the flatbread.

Fresh mutton has a wonderful aroma, and wild goats that live in the mountains year-round and exercise a lot don't have such a strong gamey smell.

Lu Wujiu's gaze never left Su Jiaoniang.

For him at this moment, the happiness he is experiencing now is stolen.

The frost-covered earth was pristine. People who had filled their stomachs and rested enough walked on again. The moment they saw the persimmon grove, the children ran.

Lu Wujiu stood at a distance watching Su Jiaoniang lead several children to pick persimmons.

Young children are unsure of themselves when playing.

Lu Wujiu saw the dog flower fall from the branch from afar, immediately got up, caught it, placed it on the tree trunk, and stepped back again.

With their baskets full of harvest, Su Jiaoniang and the others began their descent down the mountain.

Lu Wujiu continued to follow behind, saying nothing, silently carrying the tired children in turn.

Little Ya hugged Lu Wujiu's neck, rubbing her little head against it to feel the blood flowing through his veins. A feeling of closeness welled up inside her: "Mr. Gu, can you not leave Sweetwater Village? Little Ya likes you."

"Do you like it?" Lu Wujiu felt a warmth in his heart.

No wonder everyone says daughters are like warm little cotton-padded jackets; this little girl is truly heartwarming.

Unlike Futu, who is always looking for trouble and wants to beat the child whenever he sees him, if it weren't for his good self-control, he would beat the child every night in the middle of the night.

"I like you, Mr. Gu. Why don't you stay? When I grow up, I'll marry you, okay?" Xiao Ya hugged Lu Wujiu's neck and said something that shocked everyone who was walking by.

Lu Wujiu's eyes were smiling; he naturally didn't take the child's words seriously.

However, regardless of whether it was true or not, everyone else expressed their opinion and said in unison, "No way!"

Seeing the little girl's questioning attitude, Su Jiaoniang said very seriously, "When you grow up, he will have a full head of white hair and look like a decrepit old man. I won't allow that."

Gouhua nodded vigorously. That made sense. Mr. Gu was so fierce. When he got old, he would be a fierce old man. He didn't match Xiaoya at all. Seven-year-old Gouhua had already formed her own requirements and judgments about men, even though she was still a little confused.

Changsheng let out a breath. He liked Xiaoya too. Her godmother was beautiful and kind. Xiaoya would definitely be good when she grew up. Xiaoya was his.

Lu Futu was hostile to the man holding the little girl. If he hadn't wanted to know how his father, who had a lot of stories, was doing now, he wouldn't have kept such a tight-lipped statement.

The little girl lowered her head.

Lu Wujiu hooked his large hand around the little girl's small hand: "Are you sad?"

"No, then Mr. Gu, can you be Xiaoya's godfather?" Xiaoya asked with a face full of admiration.

Lu Wujiu didn't really want to be a godfather.

Meeting the child's sincere gaze, his throat tightened, and he couldn't bring himself to refuse.

His gaze fell on Su Jiaoniang.

Su Jiaoniang nodded: "If Mr. Gu is willing, then of course there is no problem."

Children are born with a natural admiration for their fathers. If someone in their life is missing that role, they will place that admiration on the person who takes care of them like a mountain.

This time, Lu Wujiu could no longer refuse. He took out a dagger from his body and handed it to Xiaoya: "This is from your godfather."

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