"Such a cheapskate." She hadn't even gotten a taste before it was gone.
Su Qiao snatched the bamboo cup away and stuffed it into the cloth bag. She glared at him threateningly. "What did you say?"
Zhao Jingting grew a little timid.
Mostly because he was afraid she would withhold tomorrow's wine.
"I didn't say anything. I said the weather is nice today."
Su Qiao looked up at the sky.
It was gloomy, with a large mass of dark clouds on the horizon. It looked like it was about to rain. What was so nice about that?
"Let's go hunting."
Realizing he had made a fool of himself, Zhao Jingting hurriedly changed the subject and pulled her toward the woods.
"Wait. Let's go back and get the hatchet and the Back Basket."
It was going to rain, and the next few days might be rainy as well.
Although they could get some food from Su Weixue, they couldn't place all their hopes on her.
It was still necessary to store up some food.
Ideally, they could bring back two wild boars and gather some more wild fruit.
The two of them soon returned to camp, retrieved the hatchet, said goodbye to Uncle Ya and Little Qingyang, and set off.
With Little Si around, and Su Qiao being familiar with life in the forest, finding wild boars and the like really wasn't difficult.
Following the riverbank and tracking the animals' footprints and droppings, they actually found a herd of wild boars.
Both of them were skilled, especially Su Qiao. Her strength was downright terrifying.
A wild boar weighing more than two hundred pounds couldn't last half a minute under her hands before collapsing.
Since there were only two of them, they didn't get greedy and killed just two wild boars.
Afraid