"Yes, didn't you fall out with that brat? How could she tell you about the jade hairpin?" Mother Meng pouted.
She was well aware of the Qin family's gift of gratitude. If it weren't for that little girl Su Hua coming back to snatch her away, the Qin family's gift of gratitude might have all gone to her Meng family.
She wasted a chicken for nothing and ended up getting nothing in return.
"I heard it from the Su family." Meng Yun'er's lips curled up slightly.
That idiot Qian Yueniang is not only full of scheming thoughts, but she also likes to talk in her sleep.
This afternoon, when she went to find Qian Yueniang, she happened to hear her lying on the riverbank, muttering something about a 'jade hairpin'.
You should know that the Su family has always been dirt poor; they don't even own a single silver hairpin, let alone a jade one.
Now, the fact that she suddenly started mentioning the jade hairpin can only mean that the gift that Young Master Qin gave to Su Hua today included a jade hairpin. Madam Qian was delighted to see it, but she couldn't have it, so she kept thinking about it in her dreams.
However, what does it matter whether the jade hairpin is priceless or even whether it actually exists?
Since Su Hua accepted so many gifts of gratitude, she should be prepared to face the trouble that comes with it.
Eating alone isn't so enjoyable.
"At least you're somewhat useful!" Meng Fu sneered, then turned to his father and said, "Father, you should hurry up and find someone to deal with Su Hua, preferably kill her, and then bring this jade hairpin to our Meng family."
Meng's father nodded, his face as gloomy as Meng Fu's. "I understand."
***
The small courtyard at the end of the village.
The kitchen was dimly lit.
The family members were gathered around the stove, each with a different expression as they looked at the large iron pot in the center.
In the iron pot, a bright red broth was bubbling and bubbling, with two large wild boar bones faintly visible in the soup. Around the edge of the pot, wooden skewers were piled high with various kinds of meat: cabbage skewers, bok choy skewers, radish skewers, leek skewers, wild boar meat skewers, pig lung skewers, pig liver skewers, pig intestine skewers, pig heart skewers, and... poisonous mushroom skewers.
The firewood inside the stove was burning extremely brightly.
The numbing sensation of Sichuan peppercorns, the aroma of chili peppers, and the freshness of pork bones all waft from the pot to your nose.
The sight of it made everyone's mouths water.
The Su family members were drooling while desperately trying to restrain themselves from touching their hands.
"Hua'er, this spicy hot pot you described really smells delicious! Please don't put those poisonous mushrooms in it next time, okay?"
"Yeah, seeing all those strings of pork offal in the pot makes my mouth water."
"That's right, I never expected that vegetables made into this spicy hot pot would look even tastier than meat."
"Auntie, how about we take this skewer of poisonous mushrooms out and throw it away? The other skewers should be edible..."
Su Hua's lips twitched as she listened.
She had gone to great lengths to obtain wild wood ear mushrooms and oyster mushrooms; if she were to throw them away, she probably wouldn't be able to sleep tonight.
Seeing that the bone broth in the pot was almost ready, the girl quickly picked up a string of oyster mushrooms and brought them to her mouth.
The Su family members were all stunned and exclaimed in surprise.
"Hua'er, no!"
"Auntie, you can't eat this..."
The three Su brothers took matters into their own hands. Knowing their sister was strong, each of them held one of Su Hua's hands, while the other gently hooked Su Hua's head back, keeping her lips far away from the mushroom skewers.
Even so, they still couldn't win the oyster mushroom skewers.
Su Hua gazed at the oyster mushroom skewers that were so close yet felt like they were a world away, and tears welled up in her eyes.
Just as she was about to speak and launch into a long explanation of her master's words...
A deep, magnetic voice came from the doorway, "Aunt Su, what's going on?"
Su Hua turned around upon hearing the sound, her almond-shaped eyes instantly brightening.
Xiao Jinhan, dressed in shorts, entered through the door. He carried two plump pheasants in each hand, and seven or eight more hung from his body. Each pheasant had brightly colored feathers and was fat and strong.
Moreover, each one is a ring-necked pheasant.
It was just like the pheasant she had caught in the trap that day.
If there's anything different about it, it's that the ones he's wearing are fatter than the ones she's wearing.
Each one weighs at least three pounds, making it a top-quality pheasant.
"Where did you shoot these? How did you manage to shoot so many at once?" Su Hua smiled, her almond-shaped eyes narrowing into slits.
This afternoon she was still complaining that one pheasant wasn't enough, and that a pork tripe and chicken soup would be all that was left.
The man glanced up at the girl, a barely perceptible smile playing on his lips. "Luckily, we ran into her right behind the house."
After saying that, she took off the pheasants from her body one by one and handed them to Su Baishi, saying, "Jinhan has been bothering us a lot these past few days. Auntie is a good cook, so please cook these wild game to nourish everyone."
"This...this is too much." Su Bai was completely stunned.
Didn't we agree that eating at Old Su's house would be a substitute for the wild boar meat we had back then?
These pheasants alone are worth one or two taels of silver. If we keep going back and forth like this, when will it ever end?
“Oh, Mother, since it’s such a kind gesture, let’s accept it.” Madam Qian smiled and reached out to take the pheasant. “Tsk tsk tsk, this pheasant is really plump. Doesn’t Hua’er like stir-fried chicken? We can make some for her. And that pork tripe and chicken soup, my daughter-in-law hasn’t had enough yet, we can have another serving…”
Su Sanhu scratched his head, staring at the pheasant with a puzzled look. "Brother Jinhan, you're too lucky. I wander around the back of the house and the end of the village every day, and I've never seen a chicken as fat as this, not even a single feather."
"Can your luck compare to other people's?" Su Erhu glared at his stupid younger brother.
Even if he sees a pheasant, what can he do about it?
We can only watch helplessly as the pheasant flies away, can we?
Su Dahu glanced at the man's shoe tip, where a piece of black mud the size of a fingernail was stuck.
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