"If only we had come in time for the second snowfall!" She muttered to herself.

"Come and see! Caught a Wyvern! Sabal ran over to see Bai Yin carrying a frozen grouse, which she called a flying dragon.

As soon as he saw the Hades buckle, he felt uncomfortable, and he almost died on it, and he couldn't be happy at the thought of it.

"You're a madman!" Bai Yinqi shouted loudly.

"Oh, that's good." Sabal continued to follow the footprints left by Kandahan for a while, until a snowy slope leading in the direction of the hut disappeared.

"All I know is that the hooves of this thing are much bigger than the hooves of a cow, and I saw them on the way to Harba."

"Maybe you'll see it with your own eyes!" Sabal's words were incredulous, but they were unusually firm. For the first time in the night, Sabal felt warm, and Bai Yin made a pot of fish stew in the big pot stove connected to the fire in the outhouse, and Sabal felt full of passion, and he rolled up his sleeves to help her make fish.

He cleaned up the fish, scraped off the scales, and then chopped it into six pieces with a knife. Then Bai Yin handed him a handful of stored dried wild onions and asked him to peel them.

She first stir-fried the fish with some wild boar fat, then added some coarse salt, and then Sabal's chopped wild onion cubes and ginger slices.

That wasn't all, she added water, and brought a bunch of dried monkey's head mushrooms, and a handful of plants and spices that Sabal didn't recognize, and he only knew that the juice of one of them was very sour.

When he was done, Sabal was seriously adding firewood to the fire, and Bai Yin stirred the fish pieces in the pot from time to time.

It was the first time in his life that he had seen fish stew and participated in it himself, and his heart was warm.

"Tasha is back..." Bai Yin looked at the black dots that were getting farther and farther away, and shouted hatefully. 23.224.255.20,23.224.255.20; 0; pc; 1; Grinding Iron Literature

"On the surface, this half-sized wild boar was pulled out by two wolverines!" Sabal said, checking the tracks around him.

"Maybe you'll see it with your own eyes!" Sabal's words were incredulous, but they were unusually firm. Bai Yin ignored him and continued her work, the hot white vapor filling her face and walking out of the flue on the roof.

After it was finally cooked, he saw her pour in some cool liquid, and his nose told him that it was wine, and he didn't understand why he poured it into the fish soup.

Perhaps this confusion stems from the fact that the Mongols do not eat much fish. Bai Yin ignored him and continued her work, the hot white vapor filling her face and walking out of the flue on the roof.

After it was finally cooked, he saw her pour in some cool liquid, and his nose told him that it was wine, and he didn't understand why he poured it into the fish soup.

Perhaps this confusion stems from the fact that the Mongols do not eat much fish. He didn't eat much of the fish he ate in the evening, but he drank a lot of the fragrant, sour, and spicy fish soup.

The training he experienced since he was a child taught him that he could only eat seven points full at any time of the meal, and he must always maintain a state of combat readiness.

Seeing that he had changed into this delicate winter leather robe, Bai Yin was also very happy.

"All I know is that the hooves of this thing are much bigger than the hooves of a cow, and I saw them on the way to Harba." For the first time in the night, Sabal felt warm, and Bai Yin made a pot of fish stew in the big pot stove connected to the fire in the outhouse, and Sabal felt full of passion, and he rolled up his sleeves to help her make fish.

He cleaned up the fish, scraped off the scales, and then chopped it into six pieces with a knife. Then Bai Yin handed him a handful of stored dried wild onions and asked him to peel them.

She first stir-fried the fish with some wild boar fat, then added some coarse salt, and then Sabal's chopped wild onion cubes and ginger slices.

That wasn't all, she added water, and brought a bunch of dried monkey's head mushrooms, and a handful of plants and spices that Sabal didn't recognize, and he only knew that the juice of one of them was very sour.

When he was done, Sabal was seriously adding firewood to the fire, and Bai Yin stirred the fish pieces in the pot from time to time.

It was the first time in his life that he had seen fish stew and participated in it himself, and his heart was warm.

"Are you crazy? I have never heard of such a big snow and ice that anyone dares to go up to the snow peak! She said. Bai Yin ignored him and continued her work, the hot white vapor filling her face and walking out of the flue on the roof.

After it was finally cooked, he saw her pour in some cool liquid, and his nose told him that it was wine, and he didn't understand why he poured it into the fish soup.

Perhaps this confusion stems from the fact that the Mongols do not eat much fish.

"Can you eat it?" Sabal couldn't help but ask. He didn't eat much of the fish he ate in the evening, but he drank a lot of the fragrant, sour, and spicy fish soup.

The training he experienced since he was a child taught him that he could only eat seven points full at any time of the meal, and he must always maintain a state of combat readiness.

Seeing that he had changed into this delicate winter leather robe, Bai Yin was also very happy.

"Take a detour through the valley and look at the foothills to the north!" With that, Bai Yin led the way and began to move to the next hunting ground to search.

"That's right! This is the Kandahan you're looking for! Bai Yin said in an educational tone.

"It's time for us to go home, help me carry it!" She looked at the position of the sun and said.

"Get out of here, never come back!" Bai Yin suddenly appeared at the door and shouted hysterically. 23.224.255.20,23.224.255.20; 0; pc; 1; Grinding Iron Literature

"Is there anyone else on Halba Ridge besides you and your grandfather?" Sabal asked sternly as she followed.