Qingyin received another pair of clean and tidy shoes.

The next day, when Qingyin arrived at the cave, the man was gone.

But the fire was still warm, indicating that the man had just left.

Qingyin was not surprised and lay in the cave to catch up on some sleep.

Duan Heng, who had just returned from hunting, carried a pheasant in each hand. Seeing the slight signs of disturbance at the entrance of the cave, he cautiously stepped inside.

His gaze fell on the familiar girl on the haystack, his eyes flickered, and he relaxed.

When Qingyin woke up, she was awakened by the aroma of the pheasant roasted by the man.

The plump pheasant was roasting until it sizzled and dripped with oil, and it seemed to be coated with an unknown jam, emitting an enticing, mouthwatering aroma.

It's hard to imagine that a prince in the palace would have such excellent skills.

The man looked at the young girl who had somehow gotten close to him, staring at the large roast chicken in his hand with the same longing eyes one would have for a lover.

Duan Heng didn't hesitate, thinking that he was not even as good-looking as the roast chicken in his hand.

A smile flashed in Duan Heng's eyes as he slowly tore apart the roasted pheasant in his hand. Qingyin felt that the male lead seemed to be deliberately slowing down the roasting process to tempt her.

Qingyin cursed inwardly, "What a stingy male lead! He just deliberately didn't leave him any fish or meat!"

A moment later, a large, tender, and juicy chicken leg was placed in front of Qingyin.

Qingyin looked at the male protagonist blankly.

Duan Heng's lips curled slightly: "Isn't it said that patients should abstain from meat and fish? Then please help me get more, my savior."

Qingyin was stunned.

"don't want?"

"Don't be a fool!"

Coming to her senses, Qingyin happily munched on the large chicken leg in her hand.