But then Qin Ye thought again, with fish and meat, tonight's meal would be too lavish, which was great news.

He put the struggling goat down on the ground and went over to help Su Tang string the fish together one by one with the straw rope he had brought.

"You'll have to teach me your fishing method when you have time," Qin Ye said, half seriously and half jokingly.

Su Tang's eyes darted around, and she leaned closer to him with a grin, lowering her voice:

"Alright, but this is my exclusive recipe, passed down only within my own ranks! Commander Qin, if you want to learn it, you'll have to show some sincerity!"

Qin Ye was amused by her cunning, fox-like appearance.

He felt that his wife was becoming more and more interesting, and was increasingly...fascinating him.

The two returned to their campsite from the previous night, laden with their loot.

Qin Ye began to skillfully process the goat and fish, skinning, gutting, and cleaning them in one smooth motion, clearly indicating that he was used to such work.

Su Tang, meanwhile, enthusiastically helped out, handing over a military knife and carrying a basin of water.

She looked at Qin Ye's focused and serious profile. The bulging muscles on his arms bulged with every movement, exuding a primal and wild power.

The afternoon sun filtered through layers of leaves, casting dappled patterns on him and giving his bronze skin a faint golden edge.

Su Tang suddenly realized that this man, who was usually serious and even a bit cold, was damnably handsome when he was working hard.

Her cheeks flushed slightly without her noticing, and her heart skipped a beat.

Qin Ye seemed to notice her gaze, raised his head, and looked at her with a questioning look.

Su Tang hurriedly looked away, pretending to be engrossed in studying a small ant moving its nest on the ground.

Qin Ye looked at her adorable, clueless expression and a barely perceptible smile appeared on his lips, but he didn't expose her little scheme.

Dinner was, of course, an unbelievably lavish affair.

Qin Ye skewered some of the tender mutton on sharpened branches and roasted it over the roaring campfire.

Su Tang suggested that the remaining fish be made into a delicious fish soup. She also magically produced a small packet of scallions, ginger slices, and a pinch of salt from her backpack.

Of course, the most crucial element was the special spice in her mysterious little paper packet.

A light sprinkle on sizzling roasted lamb, or a quiet touch in milky white fish soup, and the rich, overpowering aroma immediately fills the forest, making one's mouth water.

"Sizzle—sizzle—" The golden mutton fat dripped into the fire, making an enticing sound that made people's mouths water.

The fish soup was bubbling and rolling in the pot, its milky white broth exuding a rich and irresistible aroma.

Qin Ye didn't care that it was hot. He couldn't wait to tear off a large piece of roasted lamb leg meat that was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, glistening with oil, and took a big bite.

"Mmm! Delicious!" he exclaimed between chews, his words muffled as he praised, "Wife, your seasoning is absolutely amazing! It's way better than Old Wang's cooking from our army's cook squad!"

Su Tang also ladled out a small bowl of fish soup, blew on it gently, took a sip, and found it so delicious that her eyebrows almost flew off.

"Of course! Don't you know who put the ingredients in there?" She proudly raised her chin, looking smug.

Qin Ye looked at her smug little face, his eyes filled with admiration and undisguised doting.

He felt that this so-called great adventure was one of the best decisions he had ever made in his life.

After eating and drinking their fill, the two sat contentedly by the fire.