At the foot of the mountain, Shen Yijia frowned and looked back thoughtfully.
Madam Li had already prepared dinner and was waiting for them to return. When she saw them return, she quickly handed over the ginger soup that she had prepared.
"Hurry up and drink this. Why are you running up the mountain in the cold? It's not like our family is lacking food."
Shen Yijia subconsciously wanted to receive the bowl with her right hand, but she thought of something and switched to her left hand instead.
The ginger soup was at the perfect temperature. After gulping down the soup, Shen Yijia said, "I didn't get anything today. I don't know why, but all the prey in the mountains have disappeared."
Song Jingchen saw her actions just now. His gaze had been on Shen Yijia's right hand, which was hidden in her sleeve. When he heard this, he suddenly looked up at her.
"They must be hiding in the middle of winter." Madam Li did not mind.
