Rebirth: A Cinderella's Counterattack-Chapter 1265 - 1245: Master of Grilled Meat

Qhianqhian woke up the group, Yan went aside to whisper with Huangfu Yihui, while Yan had already taken out a lot of food, and none of them noticed the presence of a stranger, which made everyone a bit cautious, who would go back to sleep?

Angrily grabbing things and getting busy, fortunately, they had already found plenty of branches, a spark quickly reignited the campfire.

Luo Qianqian calmly skewered meat with a branch for roasting, indifferent, seemingly not taking out anything else.

Everyone was a bit surprised, knowing that the only girl in the team usually didn’t eat burned food, but fortunately, she had plenty of ingredients and didn’t care about wasting some.

If it weren’t for Luo Qianqian and Yan’s help, these people carrying His Royal Highness would’ve been eating dry rations every day, unable to bear it and return a long time ago.

The little boy, no, Xiao Bai watched Luo Qianqian busying herself and also helped roast the meat on the side with practiced movements, making Luo Qianqian feel as if he were the adult here and she was just a working waitress.

Soon the aroma spread around, even Haan Yun, who was still sad, sniffed and looked expectantly.

In the Imperial Palace, the best person to him was the Divine Doctor, whom he met secretly after leaving the palace, and soon they became friends across generations, a term that seemed insufficient; it should be said they were teacher and friend, with the Doc teaching him much that palace teachers did not provide, from a perspective of an elder.

It benefited him greatly and made him aware of the crisis and prepared early.

And Xiao Bai, an even younger child, directly learned another skill from the Divine Doctor besides medicine—cooking, specifically grilling meat.

The grilled meat, crispy on the outside and tender within.

Smelling the aroma evoked memories, dispersing some of the sadness on his face; he quietly watched the grilled meat on the fire, sizzling, glistening with oil.

Luo Qianqian watched him grill, tempted by the smell but still feeling uneasy about eating food prepared by someone not yet trusted.

So when the little boy handed over the grilled meat, he nodded and said thank you, quickly swapping it with other things, throwing the grilled meat into his ring.

Similarly Yan and Huangfu Yihui, not driven by culinary urges, questioned someone’s trustworthiness and thus refrained from eating what was offered.

Luo Qianqian was somewhat an exception, possessing an aura of trustworthiness.

"Little brother, impressive skills." But Xiao Bai didn’t have time to notice their actions as he got surrounded and praised repeatedly, Luo Qianqian praised Huangfu Yihui’s subordinate highly.

"..." Xiao Bai remained silent, but his smile proved his delight in having his skills recognized.

This kind of feeling, he hadn’t experienced for a long time, his smile affecting everyone.

Although he couldn’t taste the flavor, his sense of smell told him well, so he never failed.

"What do you think?" Luo Qianqian sat next to Yan, nibbling on beef jerky, regretful.

She longed to try it but feared it might be poisoned.

Even if testing revealed nothing harmful, what if it was slow-acting or had other effects? She didn’t want to take the risk.

Thus munching jerky while the seductive aroma wafted by.

"Shiqi, give me a piece." Yan extended a hand toward Luo Qianqian.

Luo Qianqian blinked, looking at the dried meat in their hands, noting her flavorful jerky, silently handed over two pieces: "You guys eat sparingly."

Originally not bringing much, giving Little Fox quite a lot, her rations made her eat reluctantly.

"Look at you stingy." Yan shook his head helplessly and drank a little wine, fully enjoying.

Having learned to smartly fill a water pouch with wine secretly, without sharing, nobody could guess what he drank.

Similar were Yan and Luo Qianqian, though Luo drank bottled water, fearing bacteria and parasites from spring water, Huangfu Yihui was cautious with the cola he got from Luo, scared his subordinates might think it a suicide brew.

That could waste these goods.

"Speaking of which, Xiao Bai seems reserved, huh? But how did he track us? Was your elixir meant to reveal our location?"

Luo Qianqian sniffed her arm but caught no scent, knitting her brows at Yan puzzled.

Yan shook his head: "Only I can find you guys, he must’ve used another method; if he used mine, he’d die by my hand."

Yan’s words left Luo Qianqian a bit stunned.

Finding someone, reaching a point of life-threatening? It seems incredible.

But regarding Yan, their trust deepened with shared experiences.

No questioning further, those who trust naturally do, everyone has secrets.

Seeing no one probed, Yan smiled, a look encompassing vast relief.

"By the way, what about the General’s Mansion?" Huangfu Yihui asked curiously, his face intrigued; for other matters, they might help, but this truly left them powerless.

He and his subordinates adhered to their principles, thus leaving the matter to Luo Qianqian and Yan.

"I’ll check tomorrow; they should decide soon." Luo Qianqian shrugged indifferently since she couldn’t sway others’ thoughts, waiting for Old General Hua’s choice.

"Yeah, tomorrow is about right; delay wouldn’t help." Yan sipped diluted wine, of course.

Luo Qianqian now gives him only mixed or beer, afraid of Yan passing out messily, worried seeing Yan become a drunkard obsessing over alcohol, affordability an issue.

"Why late?" Luo’s face confused.

"Don’t you know? The Emperor’s birthday approaches, followed by the Northern Region Sect Conference; how could the General’s Mansion escape participation?" Yan replied serenely.

"Hmm?" Luo still puzzled.

"At the birthday feast, marriage granted, the Mansion can’t evade; Sect Conference, won’t they guard the venue?" Huangfu Yihui understood Yan’s meaning and explained to Luo.

Luo’s face changed instantly as the beef jerky fell to the ground, rolling twice.

Huangfu quickly produced a handkerchief to wipe meat crumbs off her.

Luo’s brows furrowed: "Luckily not me, forced to marry, where’s the joy in that?"