Meng Haowu skillfully cleaned up the fish he caught, took out a dagger from his body, and began to scrape his belly with scales, cleaning it cleanly.

His gaze is as sharp as that of an eagle, and every slaughter is precise, as if in a silent dialogue with nature.

The fish are churning over the fire, and the grease drips onto the coals, making a "hissing" sound that diffuses an enticing aroma.

Meng Haowu fixed the fish to the stick with a thin rope and carefully flipped it so that the fish was evenly heated, and the firelight danced on his face, reflecting his concentration and enthusiasm.

Finally, the fish was grilled.

Meng Haowu tested the temperature with his fingertips, frowned slightly, this is an excellent doneness, the skin of the fish is golden and crispy, and the meat of the fish remains tender, he nodded with satisfaction, and then took out a small bottle of seasoning from his bag and sprinkled it lightly on the fish, in an instant, the aroma of the fish was even more charming, full of mouthwatering taste.

Meng Haowu handed the grilled fish to Miyue.

Mitsuki looked at the golden fish, her eyes flashing with excitement and gratitude.

"You're too good, but why do you still have spices with you?"

Mitsuki asked curiously as she took a bite of the fish.

Meng Haowu shook the small white bottle in his hand in front of her, "Do you mean this? It's not like you're going out thinking that you'll use it on the road, no, you can't just use it."

"It's really amazing, come, you can eat it too."

Mitsuki said with a thumbs up, and then handed the fish in his hand over.

"No need, you eat first, I'll catch another one."

While eating, Mitsuki squatted by the river and watched him catch fish.

By the sun-dappled river, Meng Haowu's figure was particularly vigorous, his gaze was as sharp as a falcon, staring closely at the river, as if looking for any possible prey.

His hands, like a flexible comb, move gently and silently through the water.

Suddenly, his hand slammed into the water, swift and decisive, like a bolt of lightning cutting through the silence.

In his hand, he held a small silver fish tightly.

The little fish struggled and writhed between his fingers, as if seeking the possibility of survival, however, Meng Haowu's fingers squeezed it mercilessly, and then raised it high, showing off his prey to Miyue.

Miyue sat on the bluestone by the river, her eyes looking intently at Meng Haowu.

In her eyes, there was envy, appreciation, and indescribable joy, she looked at the little fish in Meng Haowu's hand, looked at the smug smile on his face, and her heart was warm.

Meng Haowu walked towards Miyue, the small fish in his hand shining faintly in the sunlight.

He squatted by the river and continued to process the fish he had just caught, and after processing the fish as fast as he could, he set it up and began to roast it.

"Let's get on our way when we're done."

Miyue looked at Meng Haowu, who was concentrating on grilling fish, and said, she still remembered her young lady in her heart, and always felt that Luo Jinyu would call them over in such a hurry, something must have happened.

All sorts of conjectures filled the heart.

"Don't be in such a hurry, I don't think I'm really in such a hurry, nothing will happen."

"How do you know, if it weren't for the accident, why would the general be in such a hurry to call us over?"

Meng Haowu laughed heartily, "Don't worry, if something really happens, then it is impossible to wait for the two of us, you don't want to think about it, what, waiting for you to go to Yuanshui to save the near fire?"

His words made Miyue listen to it, as if it was a mouthful.

"And what do you mean?"

"What I mean, let's take a good rest after eating, and then leave after dawn, it's dangerous to walk at night."

"Well, well, I'm sure you are."

Meng Haowu rarely saw her so obedient, and couldn't help laughing.

"What are you laughing at? Or are you laughing at me again?"

"Why, how could I laugh at you."

Mitsuki glared at him fiercely, "Just you, what's impossible, I wonder how you laughed at me in the first place."

"I said, lady, do you still have a conscience, and I think about it at the beginning, then think about it yourself, how you pressed me to the ground and beat me in the first place, and how you framed me."

Miyue heard Meng Haowu's old story come up again, her face instantly became gloomy, and in her eyes, which were originally as calm as water, there was a faint flickering fire at this moment.

She pressed her temples, where the veins throbbed slightly, showing her intense mood swings.

Her body stiffened imperceptibly, and her breathing slowed slightly.

It was a deep, hidden, almost out-of-control anger.

"Can you stop talking about those old things?"

Mitsuki's tone was cold, and every word seemed to be squeezed out of her teeth.

Her voice was visibly suppressed and restrained, but it still couldn't hide the anger in it.

"Meng Haowu, I warn you, if you do this again, I promise, you will pay the price."

Seeing that she seemed to be really angry, Meng Haowu hurriedly put down the grilled fish in his hand, and immediately stepped forward to coax: "Okay, okay, I was wrong, don't be angry anymore, okay."

"Do you really know it's wrong?"

"That's it, make the lady unhappy, it must be the husband's fault, you say, how to punish me."

Mitsuki couldn't help but laugh when she looked at his expression.

"Okay, I'm not really angry, I just think it's embarrassing."

Meng Haowu looked at the way she spoke, his eyes flashed with a soft light, Miyue's petite body made him feel an irresistible impulse in his heart, he slowly stretched out his hand, as if holding a precious treasure, and gently hugged it into his arms.

Miyue's body was particularly fragile and petite in Meng Haowu's arms.

Her unique fragrance was like a gust of fresh wind, causing ripples in his heart lake.

Meng Haowu's hands gently stroked her back, and the feeling was like touching the feathers of a small bird, which was both soft and fragile, and made people feel pity in their hearts.

At this moment, time seemed to stand still, Meng Haowu just quietly hugged Miyue, enjoying the tranquility and happiness of this moment, and Miyue was held by Meng Haowu, she could also feel the warmth and love from Meng Haowu, and she couldn't help but have a trace of sweet feelings in her heart.

Suddenly, Mitsuki smelled a familiar smell of burnt, and her heart was shocked, and she instantly thought of the fish being grilled.

Her reaction was swift and decisive, barely thinking, and Miyue immediately pushed Meng Haowu out.

Meng Haowu was caught off guard by this sudden movement, and his puzzled eyes swept over Miyue's face, but he didn't see any panic or fear.

He looked at Mitsuki, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

However, his surprise was soon replaced by the scene before him: the burnt smell was getting heavier and heavier.

Miyue picked up the wooden stick and said with an aggrieved face: "Look at it, it's all mushy, what can I do now, I can't eat it, it's all you, what kind of hug, it's okay now, I can't eat it, it's hard to hug and be full."

Miyue frowned, her face was so gloomy that it seemed to be dripping, she glared at Meng Haowu, her gaze was like a sharp dagger, as if she was going to cut him to pieces.

"Look at you? The grilled fish is not easy to look at, but now it's okay, it's mushy, and I don't have to eat it, right?" She spoke coldly, her words full of reproach.

Miyue blamed her mouth, but at the same time, she also felt sorry that he didn't have dinner, after all, this was the fish he had worked so hard to grill, and it was his dinner.

She chattered, but turned and walked towards the river.

Meng Haowu just sat there and watched her, not knowing what she wanted to do, until the moment he saw her pull up her trouser leg and want to go down the river, he ran over quickly and dragged her back.

"What are you doing, are you crazy, do you know how cold it is when you go into the water now?"

"What then, I can't just watch you hungry."

Meng Haowu dragged her back, squatted down and put down her trouser leg for her, "I said why are you so impulsive, you stay with me, even if you want to catch it, then it must be me, understand?"

Although his voice was a little loud, it felt very heartwarming to Miyue's ears.

"But, as you said earlier, the water is very cold now, how do you go down?"

"Silly girl, I'm just a rough old man, I'm afraid of this."

Miyue felt a little distressed when she heard this, and she was a little reluctant to let him go into the water like that, but she couldn't bear to watch him hungry.

Meng Haowu didn't say a word, he went directly into the water and caught another fish as fast as he could.

This time, Mitsuki grabbed it and roasted it carefully.

Meng Haowu stood quietly to the side, watching Miyue skillfully grill the fish.

Her back is graceful and firm, holding the fish in one hand and a wooden stick in the other, her movements natural and fluid, and the flames jump and dance under her control, roasting each side of the fish golden brown and giving off an alluring aroma.

A deep sense of sweetness welled up in his heart.

Mitsuki's every movement, every smile, made him feel the warmth in his heart.

And Mitsuki seemed to feel his gaze and smiled back at him.

"Why do you keep looking at me like this, what are you doing standing there, hurry up over here, roast your feet, don't catch the cold."

"Roast it, what's the matter, lady wants to eat roasted feet."

Miyue listened to him joking with herself, and reached out to pat it, "When is it, you are still so poor, you stinky feet, keep it for yourself."

Meng Haowu laughed out loud and leaned towards her side, "I like the fragrant feet of the lady."

"Oh, you're not disgusting, besides, how do you know if mine is fragrant or smelly, this has not been washed, and it stinks."

Meng Haowu hugged her and leaned on her shoulder, "As long as it's a lady's, everything is fragrant."

The two men looked at each other and smiled, and then quietly grilled the fish.