By the time Yi Chen had freshened up, the sun was high in the sky, indicating that it was noon.
Just a few feet away from the shore, Yi Chen was sitting over a patch of grass, and in front of him, fire crackled as the smell of burnt wood pervaded the air.
Enjoying the scent he hadn't experienced in years, he skewered the fish he had just gutted and placed them on top of the fire.
"A pity I'm out of all the spices…" he muttered with a bitter smile.
All these years, he had only been using very small amounts of them, but even then, it still ended up finishing a few weeks before the day they left the Frozen Ice Realm.
He clearly remembered Gao Zhen's disappointed expressions whenever she saw him sprinkle as little spice as possible over the fish in order to make them last longer.
However, at times, her expressions prompted him to add a little more to her serving, just to see her expression brighten the next moment.
