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Lin Xuejin quickly explained, "Dad, we were indeed a little late entering the mountains this time. We won't do that again next time."

Zhao Yue'e was furious when she heard this: "How dare you say that! You are such a scoundrel, you've been running around with the little ones all day like wild men. I don't know what you were doing, and why you came back so late."

Seeing his mother angry, Lin Xuebo approached her with a playful smile, "Mom, don't be angry. We're back, aren't we? Besides, we've gained a lot this time in the mountains."

Zhao Yue'e frowned and slammed the table heavily, her voice filled with displeasure: "A big harvest? Stop talking nonsense here. Even if the sky falls, it's not an excuse for you to come home late!"

Seeing this, Lin Xuejin quickly took over the conversation and tried to explain: "Mom, listen to me, we had almost collected all the herbs in that place last time, so this time we moved to a new place."

Seeing his mother's expression ease a little, Lin Xuebo quickly smiled and said, "Mom, we really didn't mean to make you and Dad worry."

At this time, Tang Ming, who was standing by, also spoke up to help and said, "Dad, Mom, look at them now that they've returned safely. I think they've realized the inappropriateness of their actions and will definitely be more careful in the future."

Zhao Yue'e's anger faded, and her tone softened a bit: "Alright, alright, no matter what the reason is, you must not forget what I told you before. This mountain is dangerous, you must be careful."

Lin Xuebo nodded repeatedly: "Don't worry, Mom, I've remembered everything. We will be more careful when we go into the mountains next time and will never let you worry about us again."

Lin Wenhong was relieved to see the atmosphere gradually easing, so he smiled and greeted everyone, "Forget it, forget it. Today's incident is over, so there's no need to mention it again. The food is already heating up on the stove. Go eat quickly before it gets cold."

Hearing this, Lin Xuejin and Lin Xuebo nodded to Lin Wenhong and said in unison, "Okay, Dad, let's go eat now."

After saying that, everyone turned and walked towards the kitchen with brisk steps, obviously in a good mood.

Lin Mo sat in the yard with a bowl in his hand. He didn't feel much at first, but after taking a few bites of the food, he suddenly felt an unprecedented hunger.

He looked up and saw that everyone was eating voraciously. It was obvious that after running around in the mountains for most of the day, everyone had a great appetite.

Zhao Yue'e looked at the way everyone ate and couldn't help but laugh and scold, "You guys were so happy running around in the mountains that you even forgot to eat. Look at what you look like now, like starving wolves. Have I treated you badly on weekdays? Why do you all look like you've been hungry for days?"

Lin Mo swallowed a mouthful of rice, put down the bowl, touched his stomach, and felt a little unsatisfied.

Lin Xuebo smiled and replied, "Mom, don't be angry. We are really hungry, so the food tastes especially delicious."

At this time, Han Suniang came over with a bowl of medicine and said softly, "Sanlang, drink the medicine."

"Thank you, mother."

Lin Mo took the medicine bowl, and a faint herbal fragrance wafted into his nose.

He swallowed down a breath and felt a warm current flowing through his body, and his stomach felt fuller.

Seeing that there was no more rice in the pot, Lin Sizhe said to Shen Xin coquettishly, "Mom, I'm not full. I'm still hungry."

He blinked his big eyes and looked at Shen Xin innocently.

Shen Xin sighed helplessly, looked at Lin Sizhe's eager eyes, and said, "You, don't do this next time. Come back early for dinner, okay?"

Lin Sizhe nodded solemnly and replied, "I understand, Mom. I will definitely pay attention to it in the future."

Seeing that everyone looked hungry, Zhao Yue'e shook her head and said with a smile, "They are all here to collect debts."

After saying that, she turned and walked towards the kitchen.

Seeing this, Shen Xin quickly stood up and said, "Mom, let me help you."

Lin Xiya and Tang Ming also stood up and said, "Let's help too."

Lin Wenhong suddenly turned his gaze towards Lin Xuejin and Lin Xuebao, and asked curiously, "Second and Third Brothers, what else did you two find in the mountains today besides yellow ginger?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Xuebo immediately responded excitedly, "Dad, we've had a great harvest today! We've discovered several different kinds of herbs! I'll show them to you right away."

Lin Wenhong gently waved his hand to stop Lin Xuebo's action, and said with a smile: "No need, third brother, just hand the basket to Dad, I can go to the backyard to dry it myself."

Seeing this, Lin Xuejin quickly stood up and said, "Dad, let me help."

Lin Wenhong shook his head and said firmly, "No, no. You just finished your meal, take it easy first."

Lin Mo sat aside, quietly watching the people in the yard. There seemed to be a subtle atmosphere in the air, and an ominous premonition arose in Lin Mo's heart.

Suddenly, Lin Mo felt an inexplicable pressure, as if something was about to happen.

At this moment, Lin Mo's sixth sense told him to quickly evacuate the place where the smoke of war was about to break out.

He stood up suddenly, took Lin Sizhe's hand, and said, "Silang, let's go and help."

Although Lin Sizhe was a little confused, he nodded when he saw Lin Mo's determined look and said, "Okay, Third Brother. Let's go help together."

Seeing this, the others also stood up.

So, the group walked towards the kitchen in a mighty procession.

For a moment, only Lin Xuejin, Lin Xuebao, Han Suniang and Lu Yue holding He'er were left in the yard.

Lin Xuebao, who has always been a calm person, suddenly realized that something was wrong.

An indescribable oppression permeated the air, causing his nerves to unconsciously tense. When his eyes met his wife Lu Yue's cold, almost icy face, his heart couldn't help but skip a beat, and he secretly cried out, "Oh no!" An ominous premonition hung over his heart like a dark cloud.

Lin Xuebao's brows were furrowed, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously turned down. He tried to capture more information from Lu Yue's expression, but all he got was deeper indifference.

He swallowed subconsciously, and a slight "gurgling" sound came from his throat, which was a direct manifestation of tension and anxiety.

At this moment, his eyes met Lin Xuejin's unexpectedly.

The two of them seemed to have a telepathic connection. Without words, they could understand each other's thoughts just through an eye contact.

Lin Xuebao clearly saw the four big words "Emergency Help" silently shouting in those eyes, which were also full of anxiety.

His heart sank suddenly, and a feeling of powerlessness arose.

Lin Xuebao unconsciously clenched his fists, his nails digging deep into his palms, causing a slight pain, but also allowing him to temporarily break free from his panic and regain some clarity.

He tried to take a step forward, wanting to get closer to Lin Xuejin and give him even a little spiritual comfort, but his feet seemed to be bound by invisible shackles, too heavy to lift.

The two men's eyes met, full of helplessness. They both knew that at this moment, they were like a small boat in a storm, which could be swallowed by the huge waves at any time. They were both in a difficult situation, unable to save themselves. They could only respond to the other's predicament with helplessness and a wry smile, unable to help.

In this delicate atmosphere, Lin Xuejin suddenly broke the silence. He turned to Han Suniang beside him, and his tone was filled with subtle tenderness and concern: "Suniang, are you tired? Do you want me to help you go back to the house to rest?"

Han Suniang nodded gently. Seeing this, Lin Xuejin hurriedly stepped forward and carefully supported Han Suniang. The two of them slowly walked into the house, leaving Lin Xuebao and Lu Yue to confront each other outside.

Seeing his second brother Lin Xuejin's "sly" behavior, Lin Xuebo felt a mixture of envy and helplessness. He turned to look at Lu Yue, only to see that those eyes, usually filled with tenderness, now gleamed with cold murderous intent, as if they could transform into a sword and pierce him at any moment.

Lin Xuebao took a deep breath and thought to himself: Among the thirty-six strategies, admitting one’s mistakes is the first.

He mustered up his courage and humbly said to Lu Yue, "Wife, I was wrong."

Lu Yue quietly held He'er in her arms, rocking her gently, but her eyes were sharp as she looked at Lin Xuebo, her tone filled with a hint of ridicule and reproach:

"He'er, did you hear that sound? It doesn't sound like you admit your mistakes. Don't learn this when you grow up."