At the eastern end of the Youlan Grand Canyon, at the bottom of a gentle slope, there was a bonfire crackling as it burned. Two women casually sat on the grass beside the bonfire. One was wearing a green palace dress with a veil on her face, and the other wore a purple palace dress, holding a tree branch in her hand, roasting something over the fire.
It was Chen Chen and Zi Xia.
Smelling the increasingly delicious aroma from the roast, Chen Chen smacked her lips without any ladylike manners and asked, "I must say, Junior Sister Zi Xia, I never thought your cooking skills would be this good. It seems our Mentor Jingxuan doesn't even know how to do this. Where did you learn this from? Is it possible that you were the one who roasted the crane on Yixiang Peak?"
Zi Xia's face showed a hint of sadness as she shook her head and said, "I don't know, Senior Sister Chen. Maybe I knew how to do it before I lost my memory."
