After sprinkling the spices, the grilled fish was tender and delicious, without a hint of fishy smell.
The skin was crispy, still dripping with oil, and the fragrance was so tempting that Yu Tingwan couldn't wait any longer.
Originally, she wasn't that hungry, but now she was truly starving.
She walked over.
"I have a feeling."
Wei Zhao glanced at her sideways.
Yu Tingwan stared at the fish, slowly saying, "It's like the way we slaughter pigs in the village. When the time comes and they're fattened up, they can be slaughtered."
It sounded a bit gruesome.
But it also seemed quite accurate.
The afterglow poured down, painting the sky in rich, inky colors.
At dusk, the two of them entered Wuyang City.
When passing through the city gate, Wei Zhao presented a travel permit, and Yu Tingwan took a glance at it.
Fake.
But convincing enough to pass as real.
The guards let them through.
Wei Zhao dismounted, carrying her down from the horse.
