The wide and huge poison grassland became even darker at night.
Wind blew near the ears as the howling of wolves could be heard, resembling the cries of wandering spirits.
A fire was burning silently on the grassland.
Ge Yao got close to the fire, expelling the chill in her body.
There was a pot on top of the fire, and a meat soup was cooking in it, emitting a fragrant smell.
Ge Yao swallowed her saliva as her hunger intensified. Eventually, she gulped and asked Fang Yuan: "Senior Chang Shan Yin, can this meat soup be eaten already?"
Fang Yuan sat opposite the young girl, the two were separated by the fire.
"No rush, this dried meat has just entered the pot, it needs to cook to a boil. Wait a while more, when the meat is soft and juicy, it will be extremely delicious." Fang Yuan took out the moving perspective cup Gu as he said plainly.
Even with five hundred years of experience, it's still impossible to know how a woman thinks.