The best days Jiang Xiaoxiao has ever had since she was a child are now.
Aunt Wei's chickens: How come I didn't know I laid an egg!
Li Yuanzhao sometimes brought her own food to freeload a meal. However, she was worried that she would eat all of Song Yan's food. So Song Yan took her to his storeroom to see all kinds of dried vegetables, which were piled high.
Aunt Wei noticed something strange about her family's food: it seemed to last forever. A half-full bag of cornmeal, even after it had shrunk considerably, would be almost completely empty again the next day when she went to cook. She'd heard stories of spirits like the Weasel God repaying a debt of gratitude, ensuring the family's food never seemed to run out. One day, she quietly asked Song Yan, "Have you noticed?" Song Yan nodded, saying it was like fishing—he always managed to catch something. The old woman believed it and repeatedly warned Song Yan never to tell anyone. She said talking about it would make it lose its power and was just superstition.
Absolutely!
Ever since Jiang Xiaoxiao came to live with them, the old lady, fearing she would discover her presence, locked the storeroom and only took food out every four or five days. She was completely relieved when she noticed that a sack of flour that had shrunk considerably the day before had swelled back up the next time she checked.
With an abundance of food, Aunt Wei didn't care about having an extra person in the family. Aunt Wei was envious, but this time Aunt Wei was quite assertive: "What's it to you?"
Sometimes Song Yan would go for a run and bring back a rabbit. She would say, "Mom, this rabbit is right in front of me. I could shoot it with one arrow."
At times like this, Aunt Wei was afraid Song Yan would say too much. "Okay, okay. I'll stew rabbit today!"
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