Under the moonlit night, fires flickered, sending columns of smoke into the sky.
Leo Ray's group of ten people, along with Penelope and her two companions, sat around the bonfire in the center of their territory.
Gazing at the mouth-watering dishes before him, Leo Ray couldn't help but reveal a slightly surprised look.
There was a plate of pineapple sweet and sour pork, a plate of tomato scrambled eggs, accompanied by several large chunks of freshly baked coarse bread, as well as a colorful fruit platter.
The tableware consisted of pottery plates made from clay and a pair of polished wooden chopsticks.
Without a doubt, this was the first time he had seen dishes with such distinctive Summer Realm characteristics since his arrival to the other world.
As he looked at the dishes, Penelope spoke apologetically from the side, "I'm sorry, Master Leo, due to the lack of some seasonings, the taste may not be very good. Please forgive me."
