They boarded the boat, processed the fish, and coated it with seasoning.
"Brother Shen, it's yours now." Yang Yanzhou handed him the fish.
Xiao Jin sat on a cattail leaf, her legs crossed to one side.
The group formed a circle, flames dancing in their eyes.
The firewood crackled and popped, releasing a faint, refreshing aroma.
Lu Yun Shen picked up the bamboo tube and placed it on the rack to roast.
"You even made bamboo rice?" Lu Qiuying put down the bottle and asked excitedly.
She looked at her younger brother suspiciously, but he seemed to be in a good mood.
Back in Beijing, they talked him until they were hoarse, and even promised to give him a bunch of nice things, but he still refused to make bamboo rice.
He actually took the initiative today?
“That’s right, Sister Qiuying, I thought he was joking when I went to cut the bamboo just now.” Yang Yanzhou’s eyes lit up as he stared at the bamboo and swallowed hard.
Xiao Jin looked at Lin Ziyan, but couldn't see anything. He frowned, wondering if he had guessed wrong.
Soon, the fragrance of bamboo filled the air, and the aroma of food wafted through the air.
The aroma of grilled fish wafted in and quickly blended into the dish.
"Ah Yan, you're in luck! My brother's bamboo rice is really delicious." Lu Qiuying squinted at Lu Yunshen across from her.
A wisp of smoke rose, obscuring his expression.
Lin Ziyan nodded. "Really? Then I'll savor it properly."
Lu Yun Shen looked up at her, a ripple of emotion stirring in his dark eyes.
"I'm not exaggerating, you'll see in a moment."
“When we were little, we would secretly make bamboo rice in our yard, and we almost got caught by our grandfather several times…” Lu Qiuying continued, her eyes full of nostalgia.
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