I just got snubbed a moment ago, and now a few words from my granddaughter have turned things around again.
Qi Zheng stood to the side, looking utterly disheartened.
Well, he should have long known his position in this family.
Just a notch better than those sons and grandsons.
That's all there is to it.
Since they had to take it to other families, it wouldn't look good if the amount was too little, so Yi Meng decided to roast only six wild chickens, and the rest would be chopped up for soup.
Some would be given to others, and the remaining would be for the family to eat.
Just eating wild chicken wouldn't do; without soup or water, it wouldn't go well with rice.
When the families who had previously offered to help in the forest received the stewed chicken from the Qi Family, they all quickly waved their hands in refusal.
