"What kind of meat is this? It smells like beef! Could it be that President Tan has found some good stuff again?"

"We'll know once we take a look, but the smell seems to be coming from our tent area, not from the villas!"

…

People chatted amongst themselves, and then they all came out of their tents. Following the smell, they slowly approached Lu Yuan's tent. When they saw Lu Yuan setting up a pot and cooking something they didn't recognize, it was the smell emanating from it that attracted them.

After everyone asked about these delicious flavors, I couldn't help but drool.

Meanwhile, in the villa, Tan Qing tossed and turned, unable to sleep. The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. He couldn't believe that he had compromised with the person he had least faith in because of the food issue. He found it hard to accept.

Then I got out of bed and stood in front of the French windows to look out. I saw a commotion coming from the camp. There seemed to be a small campfire burning, and a lot of people were gathered around it.

So he picked up the walkie-talkie and asked, "What's going on in the camp? What are you all doing so late at night? And what's with all this fire burning the accounts? Send someone to stop them right now!"

However, a sound of swallowing came from the other end of the walkie-talkie, followed by: "Mr. Tan, the guests you invited today seem to be cooking beef jerky. Everyone's gathered around here, hoping to get some food!"