"Hurry and get inside." Yuan Dajun rushed forward to help, taking another slab of meat from his son's shoulder.
Back in the living room, the moonlight from the window revealed Yuan Ming's blood-soaked clothes. Yuan Dajun's heart lurched. "You're injured?"
"Yeah, it's just a minor injury." Yuan Ming paused for a moment, then nodded.
Hu Huilan asked anxiously, "Where are you hurt?"
Yuan Ming said sheepishly, "My butt. I lost my footing while carrying the meat down the mountain and fell."
When they were dividing the meat, Captain Qin had pointed at his backside and said he'd suffered a work-related injury, so he should get an extra couple of pounds of meat.
Everyone else on the team had laughed at the time.
He was the only one who'd gotten hurt during the entire hunt, and it was from an accidental fall on the way down the mountain.
Hearing her son's explanation, Hu Huilan chided, "That's what you get for not watching where you're going."
