The night grew deeper,
Chen Yuan moved the table to the courtyard to enjoy dinner with the old man and the little ones.
Tonight's dinner was lavish, featuring a steamed Spirit Fish, three-flavored stew, and mutton blood noodle soup.
Chen Yuan ate heartily while listening to the old man recount what happened yesterday.
"I got a shock when I returned to the farm last evening. The ground was full of potholes and scattered feathers everywhere."
"Lucky you weren't at the farm then." Chen Yuan said with a smile.
The old man glared at Chen Yuan first, then said, "I've seen my share of big scenes, just a flock of birds."
Chen Yuan nodded in agreement with a smile: "Yes, yes, I haven't heard the story of you fighting a lone wolf single-handedly at twenty for a week now."
