She used a long stick to pierce the two bundles of grass, making a grass carrying pole.
Xiao Yishan took her grass carrying pole, "Yue'er, let me take it."
Su Qingyue followed him, "Second Brother, take it slower."
Her simple concern warmed his restless heart. He replied and walked down the mountain with her, one in front and the other behind.
When they returned to the Xiao Family home, Xiao Qinghe had already prepared dinner.
Dinner included the leftover pig's large intestine from the morning and the meat scraped from uncooked pig bones from the previous night. The meat was seasoned with extra salt, so it wouldn't spoil but might be a bit too salty.
These two dishes were already quite good for a poor household like the Xiao Family.
Xiao Qinghe's eyes brightened when he saw Su Qingyue enter the yard. As she entered the kitchen, he asked, "Wife... Qingyue, there were five fresh pig bones left from yesterday, salted and not boiled for soup. Do you want to take two for soup?"