Night falls and a bonfire burns in the open space of Qingfeng Zhaimen.

The old, the weak, the sick and the disabled in Qingfengzhai are sitting in front of the campfire. They all greedily stare at the roast chicken and the roast rabbit on Song Yan's hand, because the golden pheasant and the hare are emitting an attractive fragrance.

Soon after, Song Yan evenly spread some condiments on the pheasants and rabbits. Suddenly, the more intense fragrance came out. Almost everyone could not help swallowing water, and a pair of eyes seemed to stare out of their eyes.

"Okay, take it and share it!"

Song Yan handed the roasted pheasant...