"Brother, are you being so serious? Aren't these flowers beautiful?"
Qin Qinghuai naturally took the firewood and pheasant from her hands.
"It's normal for a young girl to like bright colors."
The little one also shook his head and came over to show off.
"Mom, is it pretty?"
As I got closer, that tuft of long feathers swayed before my eyes, and I simply didn't want to say anything against my conscience.
But with the little one's pleading expression, you can imagine that if she had simply denied it, her bright mood would have instantly plummeted, and she might have cried and needed to be comforted.
After comparing the two, she decisively closed her eyes.
"......nice."
Sure enough, the giggling grew even more triumphant, and it even deliberately waved in front of her eyes, the tip of the feather playfully sliding past her bangs. She closed her eyes helplessly.
"Brother, is this the kind of official hat and peacock feather that brings glory to our ancestors?"
"Ha ha!"
It just goes to show how different people's aesthetic sense really is. Qin Qinghuai genuinely thought it looked quite good, but judging from his simple expression, he wasn't laughing too wildly.
"Just think of it as us enjoying the girl's glory ahead of time, right?"
Come on, I've lit the fire. This roast chicken depends on your skills, so you'll have to take this spot.
"You bake this first. There's a stream up ahead; I'll take her there to tidy up the two you just brought back. We'll be right back."
The little one stumbled as he was pulled.
"Dad, I want to see Mom roast chicken."
Qin Qinghuai, carrying a chicken in one hand and his daughter in the other, quickly moved away from this ticking time bomb.
"No, you don't want to. You want to help Dad with the work. Help Dad carry this chicken. Dad can't carry it anymore."
The little one was unwilling.
"...Okay then, Dad, you're too weak, you can't even lift this."
"Yes, yes, my daughter is the best."
When they returned, Jian Dan's eyes were finally no longer hurting, and the little cub's head was finally back to normal. No one knew how Qin Qinghuai had arranged it, but the feathers on its head had been tied into a bundle and were now tucked into a small pocket of the little cub's backpack.
The same thing looks so much better than on the head; it looks much more normal this way, like a brightly colored accessory. The little one doesn't seem unhappy at all, and immediately came over to show it off.
"Mom, look, isn't it pretty?"
A simple smile is much more genuine.
"Oh my, whose baby is this? So beautiful! Did you put this here, baby? It's so pretty!"
The little one was very happy.
"It's me! It's me! It's me!"
Simple and generous praise,
"My baby is so great! She's the prettiest one here, and even the bag looks better!"
Qin Qinghuai chuckled to himself, his shoulders shaking uncontrollably.
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