The feast? It indeed counts as a feast.
Back then, Zhang Guoqing could hunt at seven years old, but his ten-year-old son Ping'an wasn't far behind him.
Spending the morning with Zhou Jiao fishing a few times, the little guy wandered nearby, not only catching wild chickens and rabbits but also gathering a whole pocket of wild chicken eggs and wild fruits.
If it weren't for worrying about Zhou Jiao being alone and unsafe here, he probably would have run far away.
Beggars' Chicken, stewed rabbit meat, braised fish, cold wild vegetables, a big plate of clear water stew, and various seasonal wild fruits, all laid out exceedingly abundant.
"Come, you all try the beggars' chicken first. Ping'an personally roasted it today."
Zhang Guoqing raised his eyebrows, "Oh wow, my son is really capable."
Zhou Jiao proudly lifted her chin, "What's the big deal? He got all these things himself. This trait he gets from you; you should eat more."
"The child truly has grown up."
