Rong Zhan nodded and agreed, but seeing that Ye Zhizhi seemed to be a little tired, he thought for a moment and said, "Alright, then, you rest first. I'll find a stone slab and make a fire to roast meat for you to eat. I can't let you starve."
Thinking of the meat that Rong Zhan had roasted, Ye Zhizhi swallowed with difficulty. She thought to herself, 'That wasn't something that a human could eat, alright?' Even if she starve to death, she wouldn't eat it.
In the afternoon, they returned from picking spices at the back of the mountain. Ye Zhizhi couldn't wait to cook, so she said to Rong Zhan, "You just obediently go and get the stone slabs. Today, I'll roast the meat. How about it?"
