At this moment, Mo Shangjun was already roasting beggar's chicken and bamboo tube rice.
She had lit two bonfires to handle the two dishes separately.
"Hard work."
Seeing Mu Qixuan return, Mo Shangjun said perfunctorily.
Mu Qixuan tossed the firewood to the side, untied the vines, picked up a few sticks from the bunch, and sat down opposite Mo Shangjun.
"Little Gutou, there should be people nearby."
Breaking a stick of firewood into three parts, Mu Qixuan carelessly tossed the pieces into the bonfire and mentioned the fact.
"Mhm." Mo Shangjun responded nonchalantly.
She had noticed a few footprints while she was dealing with the beggar's chicken. There couldn't possibly be any hunters in such a remote place, because it was too far from residential areas. It would be difficult for them to make it back before dark, and there didn't seem to be any temporary hunter's dwellings nearby, so that possibility could be excluded.
