Song Yan Ning left her cultivation state, performed a "Clear Water Formula" hand-sign, and got up to walk out of the room.
Upon seeing that only Li Meixiang was in the house, she asked, "Grandma, has Grandpa gone out to gather herbs?"
Li Meixiang nodded her head, "Xiang accompanied him." In recent years, whenever her husband went to gather herbs, Xiang would follow. She knew it was Xiao Ning's instruction; with Xiang's impressive kung fu skills, having her company provided a lot of peace of mind. After all, there were too many snakes and pests in the mountains, and it was safer with one more person around.
"Grandma, it's Ling Yu's birthday today; we've agreed to celebrate together, and I won't be back for dinner tonight." Song Yan Ning sat down at the table, took a sip of porridge, and put a piece of fried dough stick into her mouth.
