Lin Chen's fried rice cooking speed was fast; within five or six minutes, with the help of the open flame, he had made a steaming, fragrant plate of snow vegetable fried rice.
"Indeed, little stir-fried meat must be eaten with rice to feel comfortable."
Wang Ziqin took an empty box that had been used to hold rice before, filled it halfway, and then scooped a few spoonfuls of stir-fried meat slices with red and green chili peppers on top, presenting it to Chu Yueyue like a treasure.
"Here you go, honey~"
"Hmph."
Chu Yueyue showed a satisfied smile, picked up the box and dug into the fried rice.
They often ate fried rice, but eating fried rice cooked over a bonfire in the wilderness at midnight was truly a first.
These dry branches and corn stalks were collected nearby, found scattered among the cornfields trampled and dug up by wild boars.
