The next morning, Zhao Jun got up from the heated brick bed to find his father, Zhao Youcai, cooking in the outer room.
"Dad, are you going hunting again?" Still groggy, Zhao Jun really couldn't process what he was seeing.
In his memory, the only time Zhao Youcai would ever wake up early to cook was before heading into the mountains to hunt.
Like before he hunted the Pig God, or when he went after the lynx two days ago.
But he was still in trouble. How could he dare go hunting now?
"Get outta here!" Zhao Youcai looked up and cursed at Zhao Jun. He was holding a small porcelain bowl, having just dumped the sliced wild boar meat from it into the pot. Hearing his son's words, he raised the bowl in his hand and feigned hitting him.
Zhao Jun just smiled without saying anything, silently tucking away this observation.
Breakfast was a stew of frozen tofu, napa cabbage, potatoes, and vermicelli, with plenty of sliced wild boar meat mixed in.
