Many events in history were simply glossed over, but once given the chance to re-explore those passages with the advantage of foresight, one would often discover many things that were once hidden to them.

"Dogballs... Dogballs?" Qin Zhongguo's perplexed voice rang out beside Qin Ye's ears, jerking him out of his train of thought. At this point, Qin Zhongguo had returned to his normal, benevolent self, and the fierce display he had just put on had already completely faded.

He raised the bunch of wild vegetables in his hand as he said, "We have food now. I'll cook up something right away, and after we eat, I'll lead those people up the mountain. After I come back, we won't have to worry about food for quite some time."

Qin Ye wanted to say something, but couldn't bring himself to say anything in the end.

A series of complex emotions were surging through his heart like violent waves. Knowing what he did now, this memory was completely different to him.

Back then, he had been naive enough to believe that his grandfather had returned to the mountain so that both of them could have food, but in reality, it was only for his sake.

Furthermore, Qin Zhongguo didn't even have to go. He was an old and experienced hunter and gatherer living near a mountain, and without having to worry about Qin Ye, his skills would more than suffice for him to feed...