The campfire blazed in front of the tents, the aroma of roasted meat and stewed meat wafting through the air, spreading incessantly.
The surviving men were jubilantly roasting meat, while the relatives of deceased family members sat before the campfire, sobbing quietly.
When Zhang Chen returned to his campsite, Chengyu started a campfire and was roasting meat, the meat glistening with oil, making it irresistible to anyone.
"Zhang Chen, you're back. Come quickly to eat meat and replenish your energy," Chengyu brought a piece of roasted deer meat in front of Zhang Chen.
At this moment, the Yellow Sand in the sky had dissipated, so there was no worry about sand getting on the roasted meat.
Holding the roasted meat, Zhang Chen's eyes showed relief: "Your culinary skills have greatly improved; you didn't waste good ingredients."
