Chapter 14: Teased by Branches?

  The old man's dark orange eyes moved slightly, and he didn't pressure Mo Yi'er anymore.

  Mo Yi let out a sigh of relief at the same time, and had a bad premonition. This old man was so easy to let her go, it's unlikely.

  No matter what, the old man took away the lotus leaf thing anyway. As for where he put it, Mo Yier didn't see. Even though she was watching him all the time, the old man's speed was too fast. He was always mysterious and unpredictable, not something a mortal woman like her could compare to.

  Mo Yu'er casually ate some wild fruit at noon. As the sky was about to darken, the old man brought back 4 or 5 plump birds, most of which were large parrots. It seemed that the old man had taken a liking to using the slingshot. Mo Yu'er couldn't help but feel a little disdain for herself. This thing was made by her own hands, after all. Now it was being used for hunting by someone else instead. She decided to leave with one of these spiders and raise it well, so she would have plenty of elastic spider silk to use in the future.

  Mo Yu'er was just about to start cooking dinner when the old man stopped her. "You've been looking unwell for the past two days, let me do it instead. If you're sick, my grandson will fight with me."

  Mo Yu was slightly startled, then began to feel the old man's thoughtful intentions. The old man smiled and took the stone pot and birds towards the lake shore. These needed to be cleaned and gutted.

  At night, apart from roasting bird meat, the old man also made a wild vegetable soup for the first time. He called it "practicing" and said that if he didn't practice now, he wouldn't be able to drink wild vegetable soup after Mo Yi Er and the others went down the mountain. Mo Yi Er heard this and felt a little sad: "Grandpa, why don't you come down the mountain with us? The people in the village are very good and will take good care of you."

  "It's no use. I can't fly like this now. And it's much better here than down the mountain." The old man said with a mix of sadness and arrogance.

  It's indeed much better here than at the foot of the mountain. Mo Yuer always feels that there is a kind of spiritual energy here, which makes her slightly more perceptive and clearer-headed than before. Is it just an illusion?

  When Mo Yi'er was drinking the wild vegetable soup, she felt that the taste of the wild vegetable soup was a bit strange. But she didn't think much about it and just thought that the old man's method of making wild vegetable soup was different from hers. It wasn't until she had drunk a lot that she discovered the old man was actually eating bird meat and hadn't drunk any wild vegetable soup at all, which made her even more curious. "Grandfather, aren't you the one who loves wild vegetable soup the most? Why didn't you drink it today?"

  "Uh... uh...... that... today's wild vegetable soup was specially made by Grandpa for you. Drink it up, Grandpa left it all for you."

  The old man's hesitation made Mo Yier feel uneasy. Suddenly, she remembered the disgusting thing the old man had given himself at noon. She widened her eyes and asked the old man, "Grandpa, you... didn't put that thing in the wild vegetable soup, did you?"

  "What's that? I don't know." The old man chuckled, but people living in this era were really not good at lying. The old man was no exception. His eyes flickered and his hands and feet moved restlessly, looking very uneasy. It was clear that he had put something in the soup. Mo Yi'er felt a wave of nausea and covered her mouth, wanting to go aside and vomit.

  The old man wouldn't have it. He walked over and covered Mo Yi's mouth. "Don't spit it out. This is good stuff. Don't spit it out. It's hard to catch this thing. If you spit it out, it'll be gone."

  Mo Yu's heart was really disgusted. But Lao Tou did it this way. She didn't vomit in the end. And she had no appetite to eat the bird meat anymore.

  She couldn't sleep that night, feeling depressed and resentful towards the old man. She thought to herself, "Hurry back, little ball of fluff! That way your grandfather won't be able to bully me anymore."

  Because of this, the old man was a bit resentful. Mo Yier didn't speak to him for several days. Auntie also left without haste. Mo Yier felt refreshed again. In the evening when the water temperature was suitable, she took a bath in the lake. After climbing ashore and putting on her clothes, Xiaorong appeared quietly.

  It really misses Mo Yi Er, directly pouncing on her and licking her face. Mo Yi Er laughs with a ticklish "hehe": "You rascal, you're willing to come back now? You're really something. Every month you'll disappear for several days. Are you having your period too?"

  As soon as the words came out, Mo Yi'er was stunned for a moment. The little fluffball disappears for a few days every month, isn't it just when she comes on her period? But no matter how hard she thought about it, she couldn't figure out why. She could only wait until the little fluffball transformed into human form and could talk to her, then ask her.

  "Let's go, little fluffy ball. We're going back now. I can hunt now! I'll catch birds for you to eat." Mo Yier proudly went back to the resting place to fetch his bow and arrow, and shot two blood pigeons to stuff into Xiaofei's mouth.

  The old man had been eating bird meat for several days and was a bit tired of it. In the evening, he hunted a wild goat and brought it back. The roasted goat meat tasted very tender. Mo Yi'er couldn't help but eat a little more. However, she still pouted and refused to talk to the old man. Even Xiaorong felt that the atmosphere between them was a bit strange. Her eyes darted back and forth between Grandpa and Mo Yi'er. Then she barked twice, asking her own grandfather.

  The old man also let out a few sentences in Jinshi language and replied to the little furball. The little furball was very excited, ran to the old man's side and rubbed against him. Such intimate behavior had not been done for many years. It made the old man feel happy inside. At the same time, he secretly scolded: "This stinky grandson. In the past, I didn't see you being so affectionate with me. Now that you've helped your favorite woman, you're so excited. You really have forgotten about Grandpa now that you have a woman."

  Mo Yi'er looked at the grandfather and grandson interacting with confusion, completely unable to understand the situation. Forget it, anyway she wouldn't think much of it. The grandfather and grandson being affectionate was also normal.

  Today, Mo Yi'er used a slingshot to hunt again. This time the prey was a bit farther away. But just as she saw that the prey was about to fly away flapping its wings, Mo Yi'er quickly pulled up her slingshot. Unintentionally, she applied too much force in an instant. Unexpectedly, the slingshot broke again. Watching the bird fly away, she felt extremely depressed. "What's going on? Last time I clearly tested it, this branch was the sturdiest."

  The only response was the soft rustling of leaves in the wind. She tossed aside the broken piece of wood, planning to find a suitable branch nearby to make another slingshot.

  The easiest thing to find in the forest is branches. There are many jujube tree branches too. Mo Yier picked a relatively thicker branch. Although it feels big when picked up, at least it won't break easily. Mo Yier pulled the branch and used all her strength to try to break it off. But before she could exert her full strength, the branch suddenly broke off easily.

  What is this? What's going on?

  Could it be that the last test was wrong? This branch is also very easy to break off. With this feeling, Mo Yi'er found another thicker branch to snap. This time she was certain. The branch really was very easy to break off. Alas, there's no choice but to change trees. Unfortunately, all the tree species in the entire forest have become brittle. What on earth is going on? Is the branch playing tricks on her? Thank you, esteemed guests of Sestre, today has truly been a wonderful day, goodnight everyone