Winston watched them quietly for a while. After seeing that Irina had no intention of blaming them, he heaved a sigh of relief.

“What animal do you want?” Winston asked softly.

Irina waved her hand and said, “Anything. Just try to get a fatter one.”

Winston agreed and then turned to head out. An hour later, he came back with a plump animal that had been cleaned up.

By now, the kitchen was filled up with warmth and fragrance, and it was enjoyable to stay inside. Irina’s eyes lit up when she saw Winston. She slapped the chopping board and urged, “Hurry up, this is the only dish left.”

“En,”...