“Auntie Wang, Xiaoke is also in the growing stage. Even if you don’t eat it, Xiaoke would need too.” Auntie Wang’s child, Zhou Xiaoke was about the same age as Yi Yun. When they were young, she used to follow Yi Yun all around.
With Xiaoke growing up and full of life, together with Yi Yun’s resurrection, the two had interacted a lot less.
“Auntie, say no more. I’m going to brew the bone soup.” Yi Yun did not wait for Auntie Wang’s reply before running away.
“This kid!” Auntie Wang shook her head, but a happy smile plastered her face.
In the Lian tribal clan’s Patriarch compound, Lian Chengyu was standing in the middle of the stone courtyard, practicing his boxing.