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Don't underestimate Qi Rong; he moves quite fast. If it were the modern Yu Chunmiao, standing at a tall one hundred seventy centimeters and athletic, this not-so-steep mountain path would be a breeze. However, in this world, Yu Chunmiao is barely one hundred fifty-eight centimeters tall, thin and weak, struggling to keep up with Brother-in-law.
Noticing New Sister-in-law's difficulty, Qi Rong slowed his pace. "Qi Rong, you’re so considerate, such a gentleman," Yu Chunmiao praised him.
What does being a gentleman mean? Qi Rong was puzzled, his big dark eyes fixed on New Sister-in-law. He thought to himself that she might look smart but speak nonsense.
Yu Chunmiao realized that her modern vocabulary would be lost on him, so it would be better to keep it simple. What she meant was that he was very manly, understanding how to accommodate women and take care of them.
Qi Rong waved his hand like a little adult and said, "That’s how it should be. My father is like that. He knows when my mother has a stomach ache and doesn’t even let her touch cold water. Sometimes he gets up early to cook, saying my mother is tired and needs to rest, not allowing us to disturb her."
He didn’t fully understand; after all, growing up, whenever their mother didn’t go to the fields or the mountains, their father would have them wash their older brother's clothes. When their father was home, he cooked. Qi Rong learned to wash dishes and sweep the floor at three years old—how could their mother be tired?
Though Yu Chunmiao had yet to meet Qi Chong, she could tell from her mother-in-law and younger brother's appearances that he wouldn’t look bad. Now hearing about a doting Father-in-law as an example put her mind at ease.
Not far into the mountains, they heard the sound of flowing water. This was a patch of Mao Zhu Lin, bordered by a Pine Forest. Walking on the soft pine needles, they soon arrived at a stream.
The gentle water flowed downwards but was blocked by two large stones, forming a wide shallow river. Next to the river was a flat piece of land where Qi Rong set down his backpack and said, "Sister-in-law, let’s dig here."
Yu Chunmiao looked down and saw Purslane, Kucai, Mouse Ear Chickweed, and Wild Mustard. Unfortunately, the Shepherd's Purse had already bloomed; it was her favorite wild vegetable.
Among these, Wild Mustard and Purslane were the best—not only could they be stir-fried fresh but any leftovers could be dried for storage. Moreover, Wild Mustard was easy to pick and abundant; they began working hard.
Kucai wasn’t bad either; her grandmother often made it for her when she was little. Blanched in hot water and then soaked in cold water, it could be used in salads or soups—perfect for cooling off in the heat.
After picking for a while, Yu Chunmiao felt thirsty and went to drink from the stream. The mountain spring water tasted cool and sweet; she couldn’t help but splash some on her face. The heat of May afternoons could be unbearable; thankfully, the pine trees provided shade; otherwise, she would end up sunburned like charcoal. Next time she’d better wear a straw hat.
After washing her face and standing up, she caught sight of a black apple snail about the size of her thumb at the bottom of the riverbed. One after another, apple snails came into view—there were plenty scattered across the riverbed.
"Qi Rong! Come here!"
Qi Rong looked up and saw New Sister-in-law jumping with excitement, pointing at the riverbed as if she had discovered something extraordinary. Could it be that she found fish? But the water was so clear that it reflected like a mirror, and it was shallow enough to only reach their ankles—how could there be any fish?
As a gentleman, he thought it best to address her enthusiasm and informed her that the little fish in the river were not worth catching for a meal.
Yu Chunmiao picked up an Apple Snail and said, "Look, an Apple Snail! These are delicious. Let’s gather some to take home."
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