This was no small gift. Wang Meilan had no idea what they were doing, but after Tao Dabao explained their reason for visiting, she realized her son had been out doing good deeds again.
This made Wang Meilan incredibly proud and she beamed from ear to ear.
"My girl," Elder Tao, who had been silent since entering the house, finally spoke. "Your Little Zhao knows how to hunt?"
"Ah, yes he does!" The moment the topic came up, Wang Meilan couldn't stop talking. She immediately began showering Zhao Jun with praise, so much so that the expressions on the faces of the Tao father and son changed.
Tao Fulun's expression was eager, with a hint of anticipation. For some reason, he'd never cared for hunting in his youth but had developed a passion for roaming the mountains in his old age. It was one thing for him to use his shotgun to hunt small game near their home for the past couple of years, but who would have thought he'd now be dreaming of big game hunts.
