Those Who Didn’t Know Would Think He Was a Refugee

Du Yue smiled. "The spices you brought are enough to cook an imperial feast.

"I'll go find some containers and fish out the hare meat first." He Xing ran as fast as he could and took both of their empty lunch boxes from the car.

He scooped out the hare meat and placed it in the lunch boxes. Then, he poured away the water in the pot and used snow to clean the pot. After that, He Xing poured some hot water into the pot to wash it again. He took out a piece of paper from his pocket, wiped the water off the pot, put it on the gas stove, and turned on the fire.

Du Yue could not help but find his practiced movements a little funny. He really did like to eat meat! The iron pot had to be hot, and it would be best if it started to smoke before the oil was poured in.

When the pot was hot enough, Du Yue asked casually, "You don't know how to cook, so why did you buy so many things cooking ingredients?"