Country C is a bit warmer than Hua Country, but it still gets cool at night.
Everyone had a clear division of labor, Fu Shiyan and Mu Qianfan were in charge of grilling skewers, and everyone else was in charge of eating.
Mu Qianfan let out a light chuckle. "I never expected the always refined and abstinent President Fu to be such a closet degenerate."
Fu Shiyan laughed softly, seemingly pleased with the description, "Thanks for the compliment."
Mu Qianfan, "..."
Fu Shiyan raised an eyebrow, "Do you think Yanyan is going to take your side?"
"Don't you think so?"
"Of course, she's my wife."
With no common ground for conversation, Mu Qianfan didn't feel like talking to him.
Laid out on the long table were various skewers, including pork, beef, lamb, grilled fish, chicken wings, and green peppers.
An Yan couldn't help but laugh as she watched Su Yue eat with great gusto, "You're going to spew sparks from your skewer at this rate."
