Looking at the endless mountains around, Zhang Yu felt so good, as good as flying.
Listening to the birds' chirping, Zhang Yu could imagine, if she could catch a little bird, then roast it with some cumin and white pepper, the taste would definitely be amazing.
Forgive her for not even sparing the little birds, she truly had no choice. With just a limited supply of meat coupons each month, she really wanted to eat meat.
"Mom, can we catch a little rabbit today?" Zhao Hong looked at Zhang Yu expectantly.
Initially, Zhang Yu was worried about how to communicate with Xiao Hong about their plans to catch little bunnies in the mountains on weekends.
Previously, when Xiao Hong watched the story of The Tortoise and the Hare, she talked about how pitiful the little white rabbit was, and Zhang Yu worried the little girl might be reluctant to eat rabbit meat.
