Because the shelter has almost no salt, and there are no condiments such as soy sauce or sesame oil, to be honest, the chicken tastes very light and has almost no taste.

It's not delicious, but the children and Ling'er around them still eat with relish.

For everyone in the shelter, it would be a great blessing to eat chicken or pork once in a few months.

Unfortunately, a chicken is not enough to divide it.

A dozen people ate a piece of meat, and the chicken was left with only bones.

"It smells so good!"

Ling'er chewed a bite of the chicken and exclaimed, but she only took a small bite and kept the remaining meat: "I want to leave some for Sister Xie, she has long wanted to eat it."

"Where is Xie Xunyang?" Mo Yun asked.

"She should go to the level..." Ling'er looked around and said.

"Um."

Mo Yun reached out and touched his dark face. He also changed into a set of animal skins. His black single clothes were torn apart during the battle.

I have to admit that although this animal skin looks ordinary, it is very warm after wearing it.

Under the flames, he sat quietly in place, with a smile on his face, looking at the children beside the fire, and dancing around the fire with joy.

He smelled the aroma of barbecue, the beeping sounds of the bonfire, and the hilarious sounds of the children.

In a trance, he felt as if he had returned to his childhood, one of his childhood nights, and he seemed to have been dancing, singing, and shouting meaningless notes under the night sky.

...

Suddenly, a slightly rapid footstep sounded in my ears.

Xie Xunyang, wearing black animal skin, hurried over from the northern passage with a spear in his hand.

"Sister Xie, I'll leave you a piece of chicken."

Ling'er grabbed a piece of meat from the small box next to her, held it up and handed it over.

However, Xie Xunyang did not take it, but looked at Ling'er and Mo Yun next to him with a serious expression:
Chapter completed!