Lin Yue sat near the low fire, his knees drawn close to his chest, staring into the flickering flames. The forest was quiet, broken only by the soft crackle of burning wood. Time passed slowly, each moment stretching with unspoken thoughts. He told himself he was only waiting for food—but in truth, he was waiting for Feng Lihan.
Footsteps finally approached.
Lin Yue looked up.
Feng Lihan emerged from the trees, a freshly hunted chicken hanging from his hand. A few feathers were still clinging to it, proof that he had returned as soon as he could. For reasons Lin Yue didn't want to admit, his chest warmed at the sight.
"You're back," Lin Yue said.
Feng Lihan nodded. "It didn't take long."
The simplicity of his words, the fact that he had gone hunting without complaint, made Lin Yue feel something heavy and tender settle in his heart. This was Feng Lihan's way of caring—quiet, practical, never spoken aloud.
Lin Yue stood up. "I'll prepare it."
Feng Lihan handed the chicken over without hesitation, watching as Lin Yue worked with practiced movements. As Lin Yue cleaned and cut the meat, the firelight reflected on the blade, steady and precise. Feng Lihan realized then how natural it felt to see Lin Yue in this role, as if they had done this together many times before.
"I'll make it taste better," Lin Yue said, almost casually.
Feng Lihan raised an eyebrow. i want to know what he can make ..
Lin Yue gave a small smile. "A little."
He reached into his pouch and paused. Inside were several dried herbs he had collected earlier—some fragrant, some bitter. But one thing was missing. He hesitated, then glanced up at Feng Lihan.
"There's something I need," Lin Yue said carefully.
"What is it?" Feng Lihan asked.
" Lin Yue explained, "we use something called red chili. It's spicy." He gestured lightly with his fingers. "Here, I think you call it a fire herb. It looks similar—small, red, and very hot."
Feng Lihan's gaze sharpened. i know seven has many because he use for medicine
Lin Yue nodded quickly. "Yes, that one. If you ask him … could he give me some?"
Feng Lihan studied him for a moment, then reached into his own storage pouch. After a brief search, he took out a dried, deep-red herb,here i have one i. Find in forest i want to give this to seven but ,
After know how to use i can give it to you..
Lin Yue's eyes lit up. " thnx."
Feng Lihan handed it over. "Be careful. It's strong."
Lin Yue smiled, genuine and warm. "That's why it makes food memorable."
As Lin Yue crushed the fire herb and sprinkled it over the chicken, a rich, spicy aroma filled the air. Feng Lihan watched quietly, something soft stirring in his chest. Without realizing it, he had already begun to care—not through words, but through actions.
And as the chicken roasted over the fire, warmth returned between them once more—gentler this time, carrying the promise of something unspoken but deeply felt.
But lin yue miss if there is a salt it can become more tasty, sigh..