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Lin Xiao hugged Su Xinyue and hurried toward home.

Finally arriving at the courtyard gate, which was closed tightly, Lin Xiao hurriedly called Feiyan's name.

Upon hearing this, Shangguan Feiyan hurriedly opened the door, her face full of joy: "You are back, I am almost starving to death——"

The words stopped abruptly.

She stared at Lin Xiao, who was soaked all over, and Su Xinyue, who was pale and closed in her arms, and asked in horror, "What's going on?"

Lin Xiao strode into the back room, placed her on the kang, and ordered: "Xin Yue fell into the water, help her take off her wet clothes."

"Hey! OK, OK!" Shangguan Feiyan rushed over in a hurry.

Lin Xiao turned around and left the main room, going to the side room to change out of his wet clothes.

Even though he was strong, he swam in the ice lake and ran all the way back, but now he felt chilled to the bone.

He put on clean cotton clothes, but his fingers couldn't stop trembling.

After all, I am getting old.

He took a few deep breaths to calm down, and then returned to the back room.

Su Xinyue had changed into dry clothes and was lying on the kang wrapped in a thick quilt.

Her face was as pale as paper and she was trembling all over. Seeing Lin Xiao come in, she struggled to sit up.

"Lie down." Lin Xiao held her shoulders.

"Uncle Lin..." Su Xinyue's voice was weak, with a cry in her voice, "I'm so useless... I didn't catch any fish, and I lost my fishing rod... and I almost hurt you..."

"Don't talk nonsense." Lin Xiao tucked her in, "I hope you're safe. I'm a strong old man and won't get in the way."

He turned to Leng Qingxue and said: "Qingxue, take care of the pheasant, and let Xinyue warm up with the soup."

"Okay, Lin Bo."

"I'm going to help!" Shangguan Feiyan quickly followed.

In the yard, Leng Qingxue moulted the pheasants quickly.

Shangguan Feiyan squatted aside, looking at the three rabbits and two chickens in the basket, her eyes bright: "Sister Leng, you are so powerful! You hit so many!"

"I only caught one rabbit." Leng Qingxue kept moving, "The rest were hunted by Uncle Lin."

Shangguan Feiyan was startled: "That old man... is he so powerful?"

Leng Qingxue said lightly: "He is an old hunter and his archery skills are excellent."

Shangguan Feiyan pursed her lips and said nothing, but her eyes were a little more complicated.

After the pheasant was cleaned and Leng Qingxue was about to put it into the pot, Lin Xiao came out of the side room, holding a copper tripod with a buckle in his hand.

"Use this."

Leng Qingxue took it and took a closer look. The bronze tripod was exquisitely constructed, with a snap seal on the lid and a small air valve on the side.

"This is..."

"The soup is simmering quickly, but the meat is also rotten." Lin Xiao put the chicken into the cauldron, added water, ginger and green onions, fastened the lid, and placed it on the stove.

Bring to a simmer.

After a while, the air valve on the side of the tripod hissed, and a rich aroma filled the air.

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