No Substitutes for the Bigshots' Dream Girl Anymore!-Chapter 1842: Golden Lotus Extra (19)
She looked at her as if she were her daughter.
Hannah didn’t play mahjong. She only knew a little bit of poker.
Guinevere said it’s fine, "Come over sometime, and we’ll teach you."
There really weren’t many entertainment activities in their village. To them, mobile phones and TV were less appealing than mahjong.
When the sun rose overhead, the mist in the mountains dispersed, and even the stream became exceptionally clear.
Several children had already run off who knows where to play. Little Tiger was lying on the wooden bed, snoring and drooling onto his collar.
Arnold Simmons walked along the cobblestone path, carrying two paper bags in his hand.
He was tall, and even dressed casually, his face was eye-catching. When he first arrived, many girls in town came over to take a look.
They would blush when they saw him, and also when they saw Hannah.
They were a perfect match.
Many people said so.
It’s said they’ve been in love for many years and got married a couple of years ago, but it still seems like they’re in the honeymoon phase, with their feelings being very strong.
Everyone was already starting to pack up and get ready to cook. Aunt Bloomy looked at the people standing not far away, smiled and said, "You go ahead, we’ve got it here."
"Okay, I’ll come back and help in a bit." Only then did Hannah put down what she was holding and ran over.
When they stood together, Arnold Simmons was almost a head taller than Hannah. When he reached out to touch her head, the tender smile in his eyes was almost impossible to hide.
"What are you carrying?" Hannah reached out to touch the paper bags in Arnold Simmons’s hand.
Arnold Simmons handed them to her, "These are a few eggs from the mayor."
He was just called over to help write a few pieces of calligraphy. The mayor liked what he saw and asked for a few more to take home and hang up. As a thank you, he gave some of his own free-range chicken eggs.
They were freshly laid by the hen in the nest, still slightly warm to the touch.
Hannah carefully opened the bag to look for a moment, then closed it, holding it cautiously in her hand, "If the eggs are gone, will the hen be worried?"
They walked back down the narrow path, with a small ditch on the left side.
Arnold Simmons held Hannah’s hand, walking on her left side, "No."
Sometimes she asked strange and childish questions, but every time Arnold Simmons answered her patiently.
When they were together, everything became interesting.
At noon, every household got busy, some responsible for cooking, others for setting up the venue.
The widest and longest street in town was cleared, tables were joined together from the entrance of the street to the end, with lines above holding lanterns, inside which bulbs were placed.
Evelyn Winter stood on the table in the yard, and Big Guy stood next to him, watching the neighbors cook.
The pot was big enough to fit a small child. Underneath, the firewood crackled as it burned, and the water in the pot soon boiled, followed by an entire chicken being put in.
A delicious aroma spread quickly.
Everyone was busy in an organized manner, and soon the first dish appeared on the once-empty table, followed by the second, then the third, all of them each household’s specialty dish.
The children watched with mouths watering. Evelyn Winter was also tempted but had to maintain his image as a little gentleman, a little prodigy.
So he very maturely led everyone away to play games.
As the sun began to set in the west, the sunlight warming everything, the table was filled to the brim with dishes, leaving almost no gap.
The entire town was gathered together.
