When they met again, both sides thought about apologizing.
Bai Junjun’s heart was once again touched by this family.
After the excitement, Old Uncle Qiu insisted on kneeling to express his gratitude to Bai Junjun no matter what, for after all, she was the one who had found their grandson.
Bai Junjun naturally didn’t want to accept such a gesture.
In the end, under the strong insistence of Old Uncle Qiu, Xiao Shan performed a deep bowing ceremony to Bai Junjun.
Although Xiao Shan didn’t understand why these uncles were so excitedly asking him to express his thanks to his elder sister,
he had always liked her, so bowing a few times to his elder sister was only right.
Thus, Xiao Shan bowed without any psychological pressure and even confidently said, "Thank you, elder sister, for your rescue."
Listening to Xiao Shan, following Bai Sasa and Xiao Yu in calling Miss Junjun elder sister, Old Uncle Qiu felt both heartache and relief.
"You little monkey, you must remember Miss Junjun’s kindness and repay her properly in the future."
Miss Junjun is the legitimate daughter of The First Shi Clan, the Bai Yang Clan, and here they are, mere commoners, calling her elder sister; if that’s not brazen, what is? And to think Miss Junjun doesn’t mind and even protects them with her life.
"Speaking of which, where are Sasa and Xiao Yu? I haven’t seen them."
With the return of reason, the questions from the Qiu family followed, only then noticing that Li Wenli was also in the lineup.
The three Qiu brothers had never seen Li Wenli, but Old Uncle Qiu had.
Speaking of which, most of the people who had journeyed with them had perished in that day’s calamity, each recollection a somber day.
"It’s a long story, let’s eat and talk," said Li Wenli casually, "I saw a rabbit here and couldn’t resist cooking it, hope you don’t mind?"
"Not at all, we also caught a few pheasants, if that’s not enough, I can slaughter these pheasants right now."
"It’s enough," Li Wenli said with a smile, declining the offer.
So when Old Uncle Qiu’s family came to the table, they were astonished: there was a big bowl of braised rabbit meat, and besides that, there was beef sauce and rice.
Rice—something Old Uncle Qiu’s house naturally didn’t have; after all, they were new to the area and had missed the spring sowing season.
Now the newly planted vegetables had only been in the ground a few days and had yet to show sprouts; they could only go up the mountains to hunt game and trade with villagers for coarse grains and flour.
Looking at the white, finely milled rice, it was clear that it was brought over by Li Wenli.
Old Uncle Qiu’s family all felt quite moved.
When they tasted the steaming rice, they had no time to express their feelings.
Mainly because the food was just too delicious, especially the braised rabbit meat—fine, tender, juicy, and spicy—a flavor so delectable it was nerve-shattering.
And with a mouthful of beef sauce, one could down a large bowl of rice in no time.
Although they said they would eat and talk, once they actually began, everyone was drawn in by the delicious food and completely forgot about chatting.
It wasn’t until all the dishes were empty and rice was gone that they came back to their senses, realizing they hadn’t talked at all.
However, Xiao Shan was very comfortable with the situation, having eaten his fill, he silently walked to the corridor, sat down against the wall, squinting his eyes, and waited to digest with a face full of contentment.
Seeing Xiao Shan , Qiu Da, whose face had been gloomy for over a month, finally showed a hint of a smile.
Old Uncle Qiu also patted his son sentimentally: "Although his mother is gone, the fact that Xiao Shan is back is already a mercy from the heavens; you need to look on the bright side."
"I understand, father."
"Well, speaking of which, there’s something I also need to tell you."
Bai Junjun said, "That day, when we fell into the water, we were sucked into an unknown place by the whirlpool beneath."