Su Feifei nodded.
"I know."
Xiao He and the rest turned around instantly.
Ji Ran was being so arrogant, yet Su Feifei was letting him go?
Ji Ran was stumped by that sentence and did not say anything else. Even he himself felt strange about it.
Su Feifei ignored him and heated up the oil. The fragrance of the wild boar oil instantly spread throughout the entire encampment.
Xiao He handed over the fish that he had killed.
He added the fish and fried it until it was cooked. Then, he added the sauce and stewed it for a few minutes. The color, smell, and taste were all present, which attracted many people to watch.
Qi Zhuliang sneakily stood behind them and smacked his lips.
Ji Ran and the others pretended to be nonchalant, but they still stole glances at them.
Su Feifei picked up the pot and sprinkled a handful of the green onions she had planted. She then opened the bamboo tube and sniffed the rice.
