Xiao Jihan thought of the delicious food she made, and his heart stirred.
His clear eyes rarely showed a touch of gentleness.
"Thank the wife for her hard work!"
Su Muyao waved her hand and said, "It's nothing too hard."
She really liked making delicious food.
Especially when the ingredients are plentiful, the process of making food is also a kind of enjoyment.
Just like that, Xiao Jihan accompanied Su Muyao to the mill in the tribe.
The mill was on the far east side of the tribe, so naturally, Su Muyao and Xiao Jihan had to pass through the inner tribe as they walked there.
In the afternoon, many she-beasts were sitting at the doors in twos and threes, talking.
Some were sitting under the big tree in the middle of the tribe to cool off.
When they saw Su Muyao and Xiao Jihan, everyone suddenly stopped talking.
Involuntarily, they turned their gaze towards Su Muyao.
Those surprised and questioning eyes were downright obvious.
