The cabin had not been this lively in quite some time.
The wooden cabin was filled with a sweet fragrance, occasionally accompanied by the barking of Ba Dong.
Unable to resist, the man sat up, tossing his bear fur cloak aside.
Beside the stove, three people sat surrounded by warmth, Xiao Que and the newly met guest chatted and laughed, holding something blackened in their hands.
"What are you eating that smells so good?" The man's stomach was growling with desire; he looked at the people and the dog by the stove, each holding a charred on the outside, golden on the inside sweet potato.
Indeed, it was sweet potatoes, a staple food that every household in the North was eating now, but in the extremely scarce Snow Mountain, it was truly as good as gold.
Without another word, the man walked over to the stove, picked up the tongs, and started rummaging through the fire.
