The charcoal on the barbecue grill was burning brightly, and the skewers of meat placed on the wire rack were sizzling, emitting a tantalizing aroma.
Ya Tianxing stood beside the grill, turning the skewers, and occasionally, he would glance outside through the tiny window.
Since Yuncheng is in the south, the coldest it gets is just a few degrees below zero at night, so the window was open, with not even a board to cover it — simply because it's unnecessary.
Thus, he could see Mo Shangjun busy outside.
Mo Shangjun was pulling out lettuce using a flashlight.
She picked the lettuce quite casually, pulling them out one by one, shaking off some dirt before putting them into a basket by her feet. It was just as spontaneous as she did many things.
There was a small creek nearby with very clean water, suitable for washing vegetables. Mo Shangjun seemed to have noticed too and headed there with the basket, not needing to ask him in the meantime.
