After the young man left, Zhu Xingfang also sneaked after Dong Huiying and Liang Haoming.
At this moment, the two were completely unaware that they were being tracked with ill intentions.
Dong Huiying walked ahead with a big simpleton following behind her.
The big fellow initially carried a plump rabbit, then picked up a small sparrow from the ground that, for some reason, had a broken wing, and later on, he even caught a little squirrel?
The Taihang Mountain Range was majestic and vast, with layers of mountains undulating high and low.
Because it had rained all night yesterday, the mountains were muddy, and the air was very damp.
Dong Huiying scampered around the mountains like a mud monkey. She specifically headed towards the cooler areas because some herbs thrived in the coolness and grew in those shaded places.
Along the way, she found a small tree sprouting, and its tender green buds were exactly what she urgently needed.
Dong Huiying, well-versed in classical texts and having collected many traditional Chinese herbal remedies, knew that these delicate buds were a holy grail of beauty, only they were too rare to be known by others.
She touched her dark, pockmarked face and thought to herself, walking around with an ugly face every day was really disconcerting.
Actually, this body’s features weren’t bad... If only her skin were a bit fairer and the freckles on her face were removed, she would definitely be a pretty little beauty.
She picked the tender buds and stored them carefully. Turning around, she realized that the big tail that had been following her was gone.
Huh, where’s Liang Haoming?
She looked around and suddenly saw a clump of grass twitch about a few dozen meters away.
She frowned slightly, and just as she was about to walk towards the grass, she saw a snow-white, chubby rabbit, clumsily bouncing towards her.
She looked up in that direction, and saw a man, cold and stern. There were some bloodstains on him, he held a pheasant in his hand, and his face was stern, looking just like a black-faced god.
The reason Haoming had left earlier was that realizing it was getting late, he went hunting. He was in luck, actually managing to hunt a pheasant and bring it back.
He took out a small knife from his bosom, cut the throat, bled it, and like a indifferent butcher, his actions were extremely precise.
Afterward, Haoming didn’t know where he pulled a flint from, but being a local familiar with the mountains, his skills in surviving in the wilderness were top-notch.
He gathered some twigs, the damp wood not easy to ignite, but he eventually got a fire going.
Near a stream, he washed the pheasant clean with river water and then skewered it on a stick.
Haoming sat on a rock, roasting the pheasant over the fire.
Dong Huiying rubbed her shriveled stomach.
When the aroma of the meat wafted out, she embarrassingly swallowed her saliva, and her eyes kept sneaking glances towards Haoming.
Haoming, noticing her glances, said expressionlessly, "You can’t eat it."
Sulking, she puffed out her cheeks, "I know, the pheasant is yours, I wasn’t planning to freeload."
She hung her little head, feeling just a bit greedy, but she wasn’t really trying to steal his pheasant.
She walked sullenly towards the river...
Haoming watched her retreating figure expressionlessly. Of course, they couldn’t eat the pheasant before it was properly roasted. But... had she misunderstood something?
He knitted his thick eyebrows but still had a stern, impassive face that was not amiable.
Dong Huiying reached the riverside, took out the dry food Yixuan had prepared for her before she left, and fiercely bit into it.
However, with the continuous waft of meat fragrance carried downwind, she found it difficult to swallow the dry food she was eating, how frustrating!