The forest is dyed with color, and the busy farming season is over.
The villagers of Yuliang Village prepared several bundles of different sizes, filled with dried meat, rice cakes, spices, and coarse cloth, and stuffed them into Gabriel Chu and Asher Mo's arms.
Although there was no shortage of food and clothing at the Death and Life Summit, this was a token of the villagers' kindness, and it would be bad if they did not accept it. Therefore, the two of them did not hesitate to help the village chief fill up his saddlebag.
Ling'er also came, holding a bamboo basket in her arms. The basket was covered with a small blue and white cloth. When the cloth was lifted, it was filled with steamed buns and a dozen cooked green-shelled eggs.
She came to Asher Mo's horse, her big black and white eyes flickering and dodging, wanting to look at him, but thinking of her bold confession when she was half drunk and half awake that day, she felt embarrassed. After hesitating for a long time, she finally came over, raised the basket above her head, and said to the handsome man who had already mounted the horse: "Mo Xianjun, these... these are all cooked by me this morning, you can take them and eat them on the road with Chu Xianjun."
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