Seeing it was Grandma Hua Shu, Qingcao hurried forward to explain what had just happened.
Hua Shu looked at the middle-aged woman. "You all ate the wild vegetable dumplings together, but only Cao Yuan’s mother got sick. That proves there’s nothing wrong with the vegetables. The problem must be with Cao Yuan’s mother herself.
Instead of going to the witch for treatnt, you co here to cause trouble for Yue. Did you really think she was all alone?!"
With that, she stepped in front of Wu Yue, her presence utterly commanding.
Nearby, Yuan Lang stood not far from his "convenient" Amu, swinging the piece of at in his hand and gleefully watching the show.
’Sure enough, it takes an unreasonable woman to handle another unreasonable woman.’
The "even more unreasonable" Hua Shu: "..."
’What the hell is with this little whelp? Whoever wants him can take him. He’s such a handful.’
Cao Yuan and Mu Jing hurried over to apologize to Wu Yue before finally pulling the middle-aged woman away.
Hua Shu turned and patted Wu Yue’s shoulder. "Yue, if you run into any trouble from now on, just co find , alright? We’re in the sa Collection Team, after all."
A brilliant smile spread across Wu Yue’s gaunt little face. "Thank you, Grandma Hua Shu. I will. We’re about to make so herb dumplings. Please stay and have so."
Hua Shu waved her hand. "You go ahead and eat. I’m going ho to have so at."
With that, she strode away.
"Yue, Grandma Hua Shu is so incredible, isn’t she?"
Qingcao said, her face full of admiration.
Wu Yue nodded. ’She is pretty amazing. Even Ye Duo and Aya don’t dare run their mouths in front of her.’
The two were about to head ho to make vegetable dumplings when they turned and saw a tall, handso figure leaning lazily against their low wall. In his hand, he held a sizable piece of at.
Wu Yue blinked. "Yuan Lang... Warrior?"
Hearing this, Yuan Lang nearly stumbled. "You can just call Yuan Lang."
’Yuanlang Warrior? What the hell kind of na was that? For a magnificent Great General like him to be called that made him sound like a re foot soldier.’
’Not imposing at all! Not imposing at all!’
Wu Yue smiled and nodded. "Yuan Lang, is there sothing you need?"
Yuan Lang’s deep eyes narrowed. "I believe you owe so thanks, little one. After all, I was the one who called Amu over."
’So, are you going to thank with a delicious al?’
Wu Yue tilted her head, her small face showing a hint of confusion. "Then... I can treat you to so herb dumplings?"
Yuan Lang: "You’re making them?"
Qingcao: "..."
’How should I put this? I can’t help but feel like that question was aid directly at .’
Wu Yue glanced at the slightly stiff expression on Qingcao’s face, suppressed a laugh, and nodded. "Of course."
The words had barely left her lips when she saw a distinct glint in the Beastman’s deep eyes. The smile on his lips widened, and he looked to be in a very good mood.
This reminded Wu Yue of the pot of bitter-herb mush she had given him before.
’So, this Beastman actually likes to eat wild vegetables?’
She led the two into her ho and lit the tinder in the small kitchen area beneath the steps.
Suddenly, the crisp scent of river water, mingled with the faint aroma of fresh grass, wafted from beside her. "Cook this piece of at too."
The deep, magnetic voice belonged to the Beastman, Yuan Lang.
Wu Yue looked at the chunk of at in the Beastman’s hand, easily the size of two of his palms, and raised an eyebrow. "All of it?"
The Beastman nodded. "All of it."
’Are you kidding? Even I’m scared by how much I can eat these days.’
Wu Yue nodded. "Alright."
She took out her small shell knife, trimd off so fat to render into oil later, and sliced the rest of the at, setting it aside.
As for the herb dumplings, Wu Yue thought for a mont. She happened to have so fruit at ho, so she decided she might as well make a salad instead.
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