In Qinghai, near the edge of the desert, inside a spacious tent imbued with local charm.
A few simple tables and chairs were sparsely arranged inside, and the air was thick with the rich aroma of mutton.
Yun Zhao looked at Yun Qi, who was busy gnawing on a rack of mutton ribs, a faint smile curling the corners of her lips as she gazed at the small bowl of fragrant wine before her.
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