The genuine sensation of the word "family" was gradually taking root in Ewan's heart.
He reached out to grab a section of sugarcane that Asher Ryder had already stripped of its hard outer shell, taking a bite. The delicate sweetness burst forth in his mouth. Ewan turned around, his cheeks puffed up from chewing, and mumbled: "Asher, do you feel like we hit the jackpot today?"
The man's gaze swept over the pile of loot stacked nearby: a plump hunted beast, a massive bundle of wild sugarcane, and the discovery of a secret, new terraced landform.
He gave a slight nod, his deep voice echoing in harmony with the babbling stream: "Yeah."
But then, the man paused slightly. The gaze that was always sharp and cold during a hunt completely softened, locking firmly onto Ewan's small silhouette. The corners of his lips curled up into a very faint smile: "But picking you up was the biggest jackpot of all."
"Cough... cough, cough!"
