There was half a basket of herbs. Haitang took them to a nearby stone to dry, then washed her feet to absorb the herbs. She started cooking chicken with lotus leaves. There were quite a few chickens at home, so she only needed to kill a few and keep the hens and one rooster.
After killing three, they started cooking. While Haitang was cooking, Xiao Xiang was not far away, cleaning up the food they had brought back, including sweet potatoes, yams, and some hawthorns. The hawthorns were placed in a basin not far away so they could eat them when they were hungry, and the rest could be taken to the cellar.
Xiao Xiang took the sweet potato and crabapple to cook, then cut them into pieces and laid them out to dry on the stones. Of course, the stones had to be washed clean by hand, with Ping An helping out.
He carefully laid out the sweet potatoes one by one to dry in the sun. "They'll taste really good in a few days, sweet like candy," Ping An said, and Xiao Xiang nodded.
Xiao Xiang was never one to talk much. Because he was often beaten by his master, he became taciturn, afraid that he would say the wrong thing if he opened his mouth. He believed that he should just do his work and not say anything more.
Although he didn't know why Haitang was raising a hyena cub, he didn't ask. At the very least, the child couldn't be Haitang's, nor could it be Dongfanglong's adopted child. This family is really well-behaved.
It's unbelievable that someone would want to raise a stray puppy. You know, the last thing you should raise in this world is a hyena puppy. Of course, Ping An in front of me doesn't seem to be one of those.
Talkative, lively, and clingy, he is nothing like the hyena cubs. Hyena cubs are fierce, they bite, and they are wolves that cannot be tamed. However, it seems that wolves can be tamed.
The little white wolf, Erha, was raised to be a loyal dog, and his tail started wagging. He loved to stick close to Haitang, Xiaoping, and others. Xiaoxiang, whose worldview was shaken, became even more silent because he influenced many impossible things, as if this tribe had become a possibility.
At this moment, Ping An watched his older brother work silently, drying the sweet potatoes in rows, just like children sitting in a row.
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