The campfire flickered, and after everyone found a clean spot to pitch their tents, night had fallen.
The night sky was clear tonight, with a crescent moon hanging in the sky, casting a soft glow outward.
From the edge of this campsite, one could see the night view of Tokyo not too far away.
Among the dazzling lights, streams of luminance flowed.
It was undoubtedly a beautiful scene.
But Beichuan Si paid no mind to these sights, for him, the priority was to fill his belly.
"Knife," Beichuan Si reached out his hand and spoke without turning back.
Upon hearing this, Shen Gu Mirai standing next to Beichuan Si immediately took out a kitchen knife and handed it to him.
Beichuan Si raised his hand to cut the more difficult to cook ingredients, then his hand reached out again.
"Skewers," Beichuan Si said.
"Mhm," Shen Gu Mirai handed over the metal skewers that stood nearby.
