The sky gradually turned darker, and the snowstorm outside grew stronger. Thankfully, this tent was extremely sturdy, and it retained heat well. They were relatively unaffected by the storm.
Feng Ling recooked the meat they had kept aside for a minute to heat it up before placing piece after piece into Li Nanheng's plate.
She did so until there were only several pieces left for herself. She was about to place the plate down when she realize the man by her side did not move at all.
She turned to look at Li Nanheng, quietly sitting without eating: "Boss, why aren't you eating?"
"After being on the road for the whole day, I don't have much appetite," As the man spoke, he casually place his plate before her: "Eat."
Fattie, Da Bin, and the rest: "…"
Were they doing a large-scale display of affection between two men?
"Cough, Boss, it's almost nine. I'll return to the other tent first. You and Feng Ling enjoy."
