If he had said this at fifteen, Lin Qiao might not have found it funny. At twelve, the villainous protagonist exudes a youthful spirit, which is still a bit different from being a man.
She chuckled silently, patted his shoulder, and said with a smile, "In front of your sister-in-law, you're just a child."
Song Tingfan opened his mouth, wanting to prove himself, but didn't know how. He said anxiously, "Sister-in-law, I really am a man. I can carry water now. Dad says only men can do that."
Seeing his anxiety, Lin Qiao stopped teasing him, "Okay, little uncle is a man."
Song Tingfan saw the expression on his sister-in-law's face clearly not regarding him as a man and pouted a bit, feeling a little sulky.
The mountains were relatively dangerous, so the two only stayed on the outskirts. Along the way, Lin Qiao picked a lot of wild vegetables, filling up the basket.
Song Tingfan picked up a nearly dead rabbit from an old hunting trap—a very plump one, probably three to four pounds.
