Ying Shao is a Girl

The sky has darkened.

Darkness shrouded from all sides, infiltrating every corner of the world.

The bonfire is rising slowly.

There were only rocks looming in the firelight around him, and the sky full of stars still hung above his head.

The beating flames kept roasting the plump fish on the steel fork, making it sizzle with oil.

Yi Mo skillfully sprinkled the spices, and the fragrance filled the air with the rising smoke.

"Fragrant! It is indeed my uncle's handiwork!"

Yi Mo sniffed hard for a few times and seemed to be able to suck the grilled fish into his nose.

He glanced at Sark, who was silent beside the campfire.

Sack is afraid of the cold.

This was caused by an accident that occurred during a previous mission in the team.

Immo is very clear about this.

Yi Mo looked at the grilled fish in his hand regretfully, reluctantly and affectionately.

Then he felt relieved and handed it to Sack.

Don't panic, it's a small problem.

I can just bake it again myself!

Immo handed the grilled fish to Sak's eyes, and a burst of hot air hit his face.

Sack gave him a confused look.

"Aren't you hungry? You eat first."

"Here you go, just take it! Where's all this nonsense!" Immo forced the steaming grilled fish into Sak's hand.

Sak was stunned and stared at the fragrant grilled fish in his hand.

Immo was silently observing Sark while preparing new grilled fish.

Seeing that Sak didn't eat, Yimo laughed at him.

"What? Are you still afraid that I will poison you?"

Hearing this, Sak rolled his eyes at him.

"Oh, that's right." His tone was still very angry.

Then Sak, who was too straight-mouthed, took a bite of the tender, golden-brown fish.

It tastes good, and Imo's retarded craftsmanship hasn't deteriorated yet.

Yimo: "..."

Don’t eat it if you can! ! !

One day I will be pissed off by this piece of shit!

calm.

calm.

calm! ! !

Focus on grilled fish.

Yimo stared at the plump fish in his hand without squinting.

As long as I don't look at shit, he won't be angry with me!

Yimo finally grilled another grilled fish.

Sizzling oil.

The meat is golden and tender.

The aroma is delicious.

"emmmm..." It's so delicious!

This is simply magic food!

God, I'm so awesome!

Such delicacies in the world are all made by this uncle, I simply admire myself!

Yimo's image became twice as big in his own mind.

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The night was getting darker, the wind was howling, and there was silence all around.

The temperature is getting lower and lower.

Immo added more firewood to the fire, trying to make the fire burn as brightly as possible.

Sark unconsciously moved closer to the fire, feeling uncomfortable as the cold air entered his body.

Every drop of blood in his body was numb from the cold.

Sark's consciousness had begun to fade.

He doesn't freeze.

"Hey, bitch! How are you?" Immo felt something strange about Sack.

"Nothing." Sak rolled his eyes at him and tried his best to stay awake.

Yimo didn't answer.

He turned around and ran to his tent, throwing the only quilt he had to Sac.

There were only two quilts in total, one for each of them.

But since Sak had a cold disease and was not able to withstand the cold, Yimo gave him her quilt.

"Keep it for yourself. It's very cold here and you'll get frostbite." Sack returned the quilt to Immo.

Yimo didn't take it, and he stuffed the quilt to Sak again.

"Not everyone is as afraid of the cold as you. I'm in very good health and I'm not afraid of the cold at all."

"Hurry up and put it away. If you freeze to death, how will I explain to the boss!"

Yi Mo said angrily.

If Sak freezes to death, the boss will definitely strangle him to death!

horrible.

The dog's life is at stake.

Hearing this, Sak glanced at the warm quilt in his hand.

His expression was complicated.