"My husband, he's a mountain keeper in this area, and his family has been doing this for generations." The sister-in-law laughed and tidied up the dishes and chopsticks on the table. "Keep them still. I'll tidy them up. Passing the door is a guest. Where can you tidy them up?"

"Please."

Although Chu Qiao still had a smile on his face, he seemed to be stuck in his heart.

The mountain keeper reported to God by Yiqing Chen's mouth was probably the wife of the elder sister-in-law. The poor man had died in vain on the hill, but his kind wife was waiting for him to come back for dinner...