Zhao Jun didn't keep anyone idle either, and directed Meng Yi to get the drinks for later.

When Meng Yi came back, there were two large plates of dozens of meat skewers on the table.

Zhao Jun and Qing Liu still have the last batch in their hands, and it will be ready soon.

The sun was setting in the west, around five or six o'clock, just in time.

Meng Yi looked at the two people whose faces were roasted red by the stove, silently set up the table in the yard, and took out three chairs.

"Okay, it's done, you can eat now."

Zhao Jun turned around and was about to put the meat on the plate when he saw Meng Yi sitting at the table with three bowls of milk tea beside him.

After working for most of the day, Zhao Jun let out a scream of satisfaction when he took his first bite of meat.

“It tastes amazing, it’s really delicious.”

She kept talking while she spoke.

Qingliu was so overwhelmed by the delicious food that she was speechless.

Meng Yi looked at the two of them suspiciously, and took a bite half-believingly.

In an instant, he was speechless.

The three of them ate in silence, but the skewers on the table were consumed bit by bit.

When Zhao Jun was finally almost full, he couldn't help but say something.

"Sure enough, barbecue is the eternal god!"

Meng Yi's mouth was full of oil, but he still wiped his mouth gracefully.

"It reminds me of the roast lamb Ma Hong served us when we first arrived. It's nothing compared to this."

"That's right, that mutton is such a waste. It tastes better when it's made into skewers like this."

Qingliu muttered without stopping.

A bite of barbecue and a sip of milk tea, accompanied by the afterglow of the sunset.

In this busy and unfamiliar world, this little taste of home swept away all of Zhao Jun's fatigue.