On the way back to the camp, Feng Yun's steps lightened considerably.
The afterglow of the setting sun bathed the ancient city, making her feel as if she had grown wings and could soar freely, unbound by anything. This uplifting sentiment made her eager to reward herself.
The chicken that Tan Dajin sent her, with its golden skin and feet, looked simply delicious.
Feng Yun couldn't wait for the wedding feast; she instructed the cook to chop the chicken into small pieces, find some dried mushrooms, marinate them briefly in aged wine, toss in a couple slices of ginger and a pinch of salt, and stew it all in a pot. The aroma wafted out, and she began to salivate before it was even ready.
It smelled heavenly.
Just the scent alone seemed to explode on the tip of her tongue with rich juices...
Lacking grease in her diet, Feng Yun felt that holding a festive event might be good, considering it could satisfy her cravings for half a month.
