A sunshower fell during the day, soaking the earth and startling many small animals.
Now, under the curtain of night, it should have been perfectly silent, but small creatures like toads and frogs were croaking incessantly.
In the abandoned village, a fire was lit inside a relatively well-preserved house.
A few frogs were skewered on sticks, sizzling as they roasted over the flames.
Fang Shuwen took out some seasoning and sprinkled it on top, and a fragrant aroma immediately filled the air.
After putting the spice jar away, he sat back, leaning against Fang Dabao's soft fur, which earned him an annoyed glance from the creature.
Dabao was clearly still holding a grudge about being 'abandoned' earlier in the day.
Catching this, Yu Yaoguang and Miao Feichan exchanged a glance and couldn't help but stifle a laugh.
Fang Shuwen just clicked his tongue, paying it no mind, his gaze falling to another corner of the room.
