After they had settled the mountain muntjac, Qiao Duo'er and Tan Zhenghong went to the stream to wash their hands before returning to the cave to share their dry food.
It was already two or three o'clock, and they had been starving for a long time.
However, Qiao Duo'er disliked the dry flatbreads and only ate half before refusing to eat any more.
"Wife, go find some dry wood to start a fire, I'll be back soon," Tan Zhenghong said as he stuffed the last piece of flatbread into his mouth and took a sip of water before leaving. When he returned, he was carrying a cleaned chicken in his hand.
Regretfully, Qiao Duo'er said, "It would have been great if we had some seasonings."
"I brought some, there's salt and five-spice powder inside," Tan Zhenghong replied, taking out a small bamboo tube from his chest.
His wife wasn't picky, she ate a lot of what she liked and less of what she didn't. As long as she didn't starve, that was enough.
