Ni Rou and An Chen took the bamboo shoots.
Two for each person.
Holding the bamboo shoots between her fingers, Ni Rou lowered her eyelids and looked at the shoots clenched tightly in her hand.
Mo Shangjun...
The three characters flashed through her mind, and Ni Rou slightly pursed her lips in silence.
An Chen whispered his thanks and slowly peeled the bamboo shoots. Then, following the method Mo Shangjun taught, he broke them into several pieces and threw them into the cup.
The wild rabbit was set over the campfire, needing only the occasional flip, but An Chen was meticulous, paying close attention to it. So, when the wild rabbit was cooked, not a bit of it was burnt.
During this time, no one spoke.
The atmosphere sank into silence, bordering on awkwardness.
An Chen took down the cooked wild rabbit and offered it straight to Mo Shangjun.
