Yun Qingshang felt bored, but she would not go against Gao Xuan's wishes.
Once everything was set up, Gao Xuan sat with Yun Qingshang in the tent, fiddling with the charcoal stove.
This stove was small, yet capable of grilling meat, and even cooking rice and soup.
Gao Xuan was in high spirits, continuously flipping the marinated beef. Although the sealed tent was equipped with ventilation, the strong aroma of grilled meat filled every corner of the tent.
"Hurry up and eat, it won't taste good once it's cold..."
Gao Xuan gave Yun Qingshang a couple of pieces of meat, and he sighed, saying, "Do you remember? When we were fourteen, we spent the night on this icefield and I grilled ice bear meat. It was dry and gamey, really damn awful to eat..."
"At that time, I made a vow in my heart that when I became successful in the future, I would make a great grilled feast here and bring you along!"
