The sky gradually darkened. Behind the tent, in a spot sheltered from the wind, Li Lin lit two small campfires.
On one fire, a small iron pot was set up. The rice porridge inside bubbled with tiny foam, the rich, savory aroma rising only to be scattered by the breeze. Beneath the other fire, two "beggar’s chickens" were buried; they would be about ready by now.
"Hmm?"
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