He asked Feng Xue out of curiosity and found out that even though there had not been a market in the entire dead land for two or three years, Feng Xue's place was still full of food and clothing, and it looked like he was living a normal life.
While Xie Chuncan was preparing the snowbirds, Luo Jiujiang expertly blended Fengxue's salt, sugar, and vinegar sauce to create a stewed meat. He wasn't particularly good at cooking, but he was adept at barbecue, a skill evidently gleaned from years of frequent outings with a few of his gourmet and fun-loving friends.
In fact, his specialty was beggar's chicken, but firstly, the snow here was too thick and the frozen ground too hard to cook, and secondly, this dish was actually a special recipe he had prepared for Han Qianling. For some subtle reason that he himself didn't quite understand, he didn't want to invite anyone else to share this dish.
Luo Jiujiang is not a stingy person, but after he and Han Qianling separated, every bit of memory from the past seemed so precious that he couldn't bear to dilute it with any new memory.
Soon Xie Chuncan walked into the cave carrying the processed snowbirds. When he walked past Feng Xue with the string of snowbirds, Feng Xue moved her hands slightly and the stone lock rattled, obviously because she smelled a hint of blood.
"Is it okay, Sister Xue?" Luo Jiujiang knocked the spatula a little worriedly.
"Let's roast it in the cave." Feng Xue closed her eyes and took out her bundle of plant roots. "I want to borrow the aroma of meat."
"I think you're just looking for trouble and causing yourself trouble." Xie Chuncan laughed at Luo Jiujiang who was chopping bird meat. "If your knife had a spirit, it would definitely cry out."
"This damn place is already so dead and lifeless. The four of us are lucky enough to be together. We can at least add a little bit of human flavor to it. My old friend understands my feelings and won't be angry with me." Luo Jiujiang quickly pulled out two arrows from the quiver behind Xie Chuncan. Facing the other party's angry spray, he twisted the feathers at the tail of the arrow and brushed the bird meat with the seasoning he had prepared earlier. He said with a smile, "Brother Xie, don't be upset. I'll leave all the bird's butt to you."
Xiao Ren sat beside Luo Jiujiang, watching with curiosity tilted. He casually drew his sword and blocked the bird-butt-shaped snowballs Xie Chuncan threw at Luo Jiujiang. Luo Jiujiang laughed and said, "Thank you very much." He picked up the arrows he had broken off and strung a string of bird wings together, tossing it to Xie Chuncan. "It's too early for me to cook here. Xiao Ren doesn't know how to use the fire technique. Thank you, brother, for showing some grace."
Xie Chuncan snorted, "You know it again," but took the arrow shaft without hesitation. Beside him, Luo Jiujiang was still concentrating on smearing seasoning on the meat. The string of bird wings in Xie Chuncan's hand was already sizzling under the even flames. The perfectly colored seasoning seeped into the meat, and the wings gave off an alluring aroma of fat...
Luo Jiujiang, Xiaoren Xie Chuncan, and the other two sat together. Feng Xue, to avoid being overwhelmed by the blood, moved a little further away. At this moment, her eyes reflected the warm orange light of fire as she bit into a tasteless plant root, a faint smile on her lips.
At that moment, everyone in the not-so-spacious cave was unusually relaxed. Luo Jiujiang, laughing heartily, and Xie Chuncan, taunting with all his might, were not to be mentioned. Even the usually stoic Xiao Ren's eyes lit up as he gazed at the fragrant string of bird wings.
"I'm ready, Jiujiang, hurry up." After a while, Xie Chuncan turned the baked product in his hands. It was obvious from his expression that the long-lost fragrance had aroused his appetite.
He handed the fragrant, oily wings to Xiao Ren, and said with a half-smile, "Take it. You can't escape with wings."
Xiao Ren didn't even look at him, biting off a piece of meat, not even bothering with the heat, and mumbled, "Thank you, I hope you disappear without a trace."
Xie Chuncan was furious, and Luo Jiujiang quickly stuffed him with a half-cooked, hot bird breast. Feng Xue ate the vegetables with a crunch, looking at them and shaking his head. Xiao Ren held the gnawed bird bones in his mouth and stared at the wings in the stone pot, the skin and flesh of which had turned caramel color.
At this moment, in the coldest and harshest hell in the world, the smell of fireworks and laughter in the small cave make this place of rest become a home.
Feng Xue raised her head, and in an instant she thought of the steaming soup pot, the clinking spatulas in the kitchen, and a plate of brightly colored candies... She was the traveler who was almost frozen in the cold wind, and finally trudged to the old house with warm lights, but could not help shivering when the door was opened and the hot air hit her face.
She and Xiao Ren originally depended on each other for survival. Sometimes they would not talk to each other for a whole day. They would just snuggle up to each other's body temperature and listen to the sound of wind and snow outside the cave. Except for the two staggered and silent breaths, it seemed that both inside and outside the cave were equally cold.
However, in just half a month, life has become so colorful.
Feng Xue didn't deliberately stare at the young man, but she knew who was behind all this. Sniffing the otherworldly aroma of fireworks, she asked softly, "Jiujiang, what do you think?"
Her voice was very soft, as if it dissipated as soon as it came out of her mouth. Only a wisp of it drifted past Xie Chuncan's angry breath, Xiao Ren's quick sword and the sizzling stone grill pan in Luo Jiujiang's hand, and penetrated into Luo Jiujiang's ears, causing him to look up.
"Sister Xue?" Luo Jiujiang's eyes met hers in mid-air. Feng Xue saw the young man's eyes curved, his expression firm and warm, like a flame that would never go out even in the pouring rain. "Sister Xue, I just think that we can fail, we can die, but while we are still alive, we must never lose hope."
Feng Xue blinked and felt her eyes sore and stinging, as if she had just looked directly at the sun.
Xie Chuncan, enjoying his meal, got into the gambling mood and meticulously taught Xiaoren how to play finger-guessing. Xiaoren's thinking was simple, but she had no idea of the various tricks involved. She played on pure instinct, and the two men were both quick. In a blink of an eye, Xiaoren had lost eight times to Xie Chuncan. She blinked blankly, clearly overwhelmed.
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