Night fell, and on the vast grassland located at the northernmost part of Huaxia, a few large tents were set up. At this moment, a remnant of sunset, like a blaze, stained a large portion of the sky red.
Outside the tents, a man wearing a thick cotton coat sat on a wicker chair, holding a cup of horse milk wine, admiring the scenery at the edge of the sky. At this time, a graceful woman, dressed in a white fur coat, walked straight out of the tent and approached the man, playfully chiding, "Third Brother, you're going to drink all our horse milk wine, can't you drink a little less?"
The man referred to as Third Brother helplessly smiled and said, "Fifth Sister, you really can't blame me, you know there's no other alcohol around here. Every day it's lamb and horse milk wine; I'm getting tired of it. When can we improve the menu?"
