Prince Nightsnow (3)

Nightsnow, on the other hand, quite liked Feng Wu, because she wasn't as domineering as Feng Xun.

"What a nice smell."

Nightsnow found the air filled with the aroma of roast meat. Turning around, he saw the skewered meat on the grill.

"How can it smell so nice?" He found it hard to believe.

The people of the grassland ate roast meat on a daily basis. However, even the best cook in court couldn't make anything that smelled so nice.

Feng Xun raised his eyebrow. An idea suddenly struck him.

"It smells nice, doesn't it? Come. Sit here, and let's chat."

Feng Xun had been trying to find a way to become familiar with Nightsnow. After all, they were on the Senal Grassland, and Nightsnow might give them some help when they needed it.

Nightsnow sat down on the ground in his white robe.

As soon as he sat down, Feng Xun handed him a skewer of roast meat. "Here, try this. See if it's as good as the food here on your grassland."