Early in the morning, when it was pitch black outside, Chu Fang had already opened his eyes, put on his down jacket, and got out of bed.
What prompted him to get up was not diligence, but the anticipation of the day.
People are most energetic when they are close to happiness, and the hormones secreted by the body make them feel refreshed.
He couldn't sleep because of what happened tonight, and he even wanted to practice a set of "Zhong-style Eight Fists".
That's what he thought, and that's what he did.
Stepping out of the RV, we lit a campfire and practiced my sister-in-law's self-created "Zhong-style Eight Fists" in the firelight. After completing a set, my whole body felt warm and cozy.
Wait a minute, was my sister-in-law a martial arts master in her past life?
He created the 'Zhong Style Eight Fists' at such a young age, and it seems to actually work.
After playing several more sets, the sky gradually brightened, and the red glow dyed half the sky crimson.
Chu Fang boiled a pot of water over the campfire, then returned to the RV's bathroom, quickly washed up, and felt refreshed before cooking breakfast.
The two dogs woke up, got into the sports car and RV, and started playing around outside.
Being trapped here didn't have any negative effects on Little Yellow Hair and Lily; on the contrary, they became even happier.
After making breakfast, Zhong Tingyue also got up. The two sat at the dining table, looking at each other. Chu Fang smiled broadly and chuckled, while the former rolled her eyes rather charmingly: "Is that thing really that interesting?"
"have."
"How do you know if you haven't even tried it?"
"Through focused thought, I've traveled through time to the future. My future self told him..."
Zhong Tingyue's eyelids twitched.
This boyfriend has a real talent for talking nonsense.
After breakfast, Zhong Tingyue washed the dishes as usual, while Chu Fang didn't use his "new energy fishing" method. They had only eaten half of the grass carp from yesterday, so there was still some left and they didn't need to bother with other fish.
Chu Fang slowly made his way up the mountain.
To commemorate this special day, the meal must be of a high standard, so he decided to go find something to eat.
Chu Fang was still thinking about the chicken from yesterday.
There's no other meaning to it; let the chicken witness their love (even in the bowl, it's a kind of witness).
Zhong Tingyue washed the dishes, then carried a pile of clothes out of the RV. The washing machine in the RV was not working, and some of the clothes belonged to her and some to Chu Fang.
Reaching the lakeside, Zhong Tingyue squatted down, touched the lake water, and couldn't help but grimac; the lake water was icy cold.
After washing the clothes, she hung them out to dry. The daytime temperature in Tibet is high, so they dried quickly.
Zhong Tingyue stepped into the RV, took out a small stool and easel, and gazed at the calm lake, towering peaks, and layers of clouds before her...
Suddenly feeling at a loss, she stared blankly at everything in front of her.
"Hey hey hey..." A clear voice rang in her ears. She came back to her senses and saw Chu Fang tilting his head, waving one hand in front of his face like a curious child: "What are you doing?"
Zhong Tingyue glanced at her sideways: "Didn't you go hunting in the mountains? How come you're here so fast?"
"Fast? It's already noon, are you out of your mind?" Chu Fang complained, then laughed, "I'll show you something good, ta-da, I caught that chicken from yesterday."
Zhong Tingyue saw a chicken in her eyes. Its lower body was pale with fine black lines. It was almost dead and was swaying in Chu Fang's hand.
Zhong Tingyue said, "It's illegal."
"It wasn't me who killed it," Chu Fang immediately explained.
As he went up the mountain, he happened to meet the chicken. The chicken was walking gracefully through the jungle and saw Chu Fang. It seemed to have experienced what happened yesterday and didn't take Chu Fang, this tall two-legged beast, seriously, sensing no threat.
Chu Fang took a few steps forward, and the stupid chicken wriggled its legs, flapped its wings, and ran behind Chu Fang, making clucking noises as if mocking him.
Foolish humans!
Unfortunately, the chicken crashed into a tree behind it and died.
In ancient times, there was the story of waiting for a rabbit to run into a tree stump; now, there's the story of waiting for a chicken to run into a tree stump!
Zhong Tingyue rolled her eyes: "Really?"
"How could it be fake?" Chu Fang straightened his chest.
Chu Fang admitted that what he said was somewhat biased.
When that stupid chicken saw Chu Fang fly down the mountain, it flapped its wings in the air as if it had no strength left, and suddenly fell from a height of 100 meters and died.
He simply got a bargain.
After a simple lunch, while the sun was warming him, he boiled water and soaked the chicken in it. Then he started plucking the skin and feathers, while Zhong Tingyue painted the landscape in front of them.
The two went about their own business.
After plucking the hair, Chu Fang roasted it over the campfire for a while, then butchered the body and asked Zhong Tingyue, "Ms. Zhong, what kind of chicken would you like to eat?"
"Green pepper chicken".
Chu Fang nodded.
He really liked Zhong Tingyue's attitude. Every time he asked her what she wanted to eat, she didn't answer "anything" or "it's fine with me," but always gave him a definite answer.
Green pepper chicken is a very authentic Southwestern home-style dish, simple yet delicious. The key lies in the combination of Sichuan peppercorns and chili peppers. When done well, it is numbing and spicy, with an endless flavor.
Crucially, Chu Fang found a lot of wild Sichuan peppercorns on the mountain. They were intensely spicy, with a mild and even spiciness, making them the perfect seasoning.
As night fell, the earth suddenly quieted down, and the campfire dispelled the surrounding darkness.
Chu Fang and Zhong Tingyue moved the dining table to the front of the campfire, and the two sat facing each other. On the table were leftover spicy hot pot fish, green pepper chicken, stir-fried wild vegetables, and egg drop soup from yesterday.
Except for the eggs, which were in the car, everything else was found in the mountains.
The saying "those who live near the mountains live off the mountains" originates from this.
Chu Fang got into the car, then got out, holding a bottle of red wine. He gestured to Zhong Tingyue, who nodded.
Alcohol can add fun at times.
Chu Fang then poured a drink, and the two clinked glasses, took a sip, looked around at the dark surroundings, and sighed.
He had imagined many times where he would have sex with Zhong Tingyue: a cozy home, a presidential suite in a five-star hotel, or in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of Zhonghai Mingyuan... He had also thought about what kind of ceremony to hold, such as lighting up the Bund in Shanghai, but he never expected it to be here.
Life is truly... interesting.
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