Murong Shuangshuang felt somewhat envious; Hunter Zhang's traps were set close to the deep mountains, allowing him to catch such large prey. She didn't dare venture into such deep areas yet.
Murong Shuangshuang stayed by Mrs. She's side, waiting for her to render the oil. She wanted to eat the crispy bits. Crispy bits were a delicacy Murong Shuangshuang loved even in modern times—golden, sprinkled with salt and pepper, incredibly delicious.
While Murong Shuangshuang was waiting beside Mrs. She, smelling the aroma of the oil and waiting to savor the treat, she heard the sound of a child crying from the neighboring yard, followed by the scolding of an adult. Judging from the direction of the sound, it was coming from the Fang Keixin household.
The two families were close together, separated only by a wooden fence. If people in the neighboring yard raised their voices, the other side could hear them. Whenever there was a quarrel next door, it was impossible to find peace.
