For the braised fish chunks, Xu Milu added a little ginger and garlic for seasoning, along with a touch of soy sauce and cooking wine, and cooked until the sauce thickened before serving. The fish was cut into large chunks, shimmering with a pearly white color in the sauce.

The fish was indeed as described in the appraisal; the meat was tender and melted in the mouth. Almost as soon as it entered my mouth, I tasted the sauce, and when I tasted the fish, it melted away with just a slight sip.

The fish head soup contained nothing but some scallions, ginger, and garlic to remove the fishy smell, yet it was still incredibly fragrant and so delicious it made your tongue tingle. Xu Milu drank bowl after bowl, and when the fish soup was gone, she finished the entire plate of braised fish chunks and the remaining red-tailed river shrimp.

After finishing the meal, Xu Milu was surprised to find herself wanting another meal.

After packing up, it was completely dark. The sky was filled with twinkling stars, densely embedded in the curtain of night, each playing its own role, watching over the joys and sorrows of this land.

"It's so nice, it feels like I'm traveling to Northern Europe all by myself."

Light pollution in cities is so severe that you can't even see the moon, let alone the stars.

Xu Milu lay in the tent, smelling the unique scent of water by the sea, imagining the starry sky above her looking down at the earth, and listening to the occasional crackling of the firewood in the fire. She actually fell into a deep sleep.

"Crackling sound".

"Crackling sound".

Under the cover of night, the crackling sounds of human bones were drowned out by the popping of firewood in the campfire. An oppressive atmosphere, imperceptible to ordinary people, emanated from Xu Milu's tent. Birds were silent, and even the fish in the lake seemed to freeze in place.