Under the moonlight.
Chen Qi thought for a moment, the forest was not suitable for cooking.
So, at his suggestion, he and the Flower Witch went to the clearing at the entrance of the hunting ground.
The view was wide, the night scene was nice, the wind was comfortable, and there were the sounds of birds and insects.
A good place for a picnic.
Chen Qi sat down, took some branches and tools for lighting a fire, and began to set up a small barbecue grill.
The Flower Witch, holding a heavy treasure chest, stood there, staring blankly.
Such skillful handling!
Is this what a chef does? He is really well prepared.
But why would a chef come to the crack? Why does he have the old hunter's keys?
Question mark-shaped flowers popped up on the Flower Witch's head.
Because Chen Qi had the old hunter's keychain in his hand.
In the eyes of the Flower Witch, Chen Qi seemed to be shrouded in a mysterious aura, making him elusive.