When Qiao Yu got back, everyone was already resting in their own tent and it was getting dark.
Because it was well prepared, at night, the crew started to get together and have hotpot.
The meat was all freshly bought from the locals and the vegetables were actually freshly taken from the locals' gardens nearby. Because they knew the vegetables were for the crew, the kind locals didn't even charge anything.
As for how the hotpot was made, they took a big pot and hung it above a campfire. It almost felt like they were in a primitive tribe.
Here, Qiao Yu was the most highly ranked, so naturally, they started to get food for him first.
Qiao Yu stared at the unknown vegetables in the bowl cooked with chili and frowned slightly.
"President Qiao, you are probably not used to this," Zhang Tingting looked at Qiao Yu and said with concern. "President Qiao, I have a lot of food in my tent. Should I grab some for you?"
