Beside the crackling campfire, she had fallen asleep anyway.
The meat broth in the pot was bubbling away, with a scant few bits of wind-dried, discolored minced meat tumbling within, releasing a hazy, meaty aroma. This caused Ma Qi's mouth—long accustomed to dry, hard bread and devoid of flavor—to secrete saliva, and she couldn't help swallowing hard.
How long had it been since she last had meat broth?
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