The sky was completely dark, with only the campfire providing light in the temporary camp.
With everyone watching eagerly, Fo Zhe finally finished cooking the dish.
Lacking a large serving bowl, they simply used the pots to hold the food. Lifting the two pots off the campfire pile, they placed them directly on the ground.
Each person got a bowl of soup, and the other pot with stir-fried food was treated as a snack.
This group of people, like hungry wolves, rushed forward to grab the food, creating a scene of chaos, yet it was rather harmonious.
This was their most satisfying meal since coming here.
In no time, all the food was devoured completely, and some gluttons even ate the chili peppers.
Fo Zhe watched the scene, feeling a bit surprised but more delighted. In the flickering firelight, his eyes seemed to shine.
