Fang Che felt a bit unbalanced inside; he was working hard, while Yan Beihan was just enjoying herself without a care?
Fang Che worked tirelessly for three hours, chopping down almost half of the forest around him.
Then he set it up and lit a fire underneath, letting it smolder with billowing smoke.
Ah, using pure heat to dry and smoking it like this is safe and not too slow.
At night...
Yan Beihan took out some delicious food from the Space Ring, and Fang Che made no effort to be polite; he sat down and just grabbed and ate it.
It had been a long time since he had eaten such proper food; Fang almost swallowed his tongue.
"Mr. Fang, aren't you afraid of poison?" Yan Beihan squinted.
She was even holding a sparkling wine glass in her hand, inside was a slightly brown liquor, swirling gently.
"I'd rather die from poison happily; sticking with you, even if you don't kill me, I'd eventually die of exhaustion," Fang Che said, munching on meat.
