Yang Fan indeed never thought about bringing food at all.
There were too many things to consider, so the warmth and fullness of the temple of five viscera was automatically ignored by him.
Sitting down by the campfire, Yang Fan looked at the chicken with its golden skin sizzling with oil and asked, "Where did you get this from?"
"Of course, I hunted it. Or did you think a plucked wild chicken would just fall from the sky?" Zhou Yingnan hugged her slender legs and rested her chin on her knees.
"You actually have this skill, impressive." Yang Fan praised.
To Yang Fan, anyone who can get meat in the wild is a remarkable person.
Hunting and wilderness survival seem simple, but it's very much a test of skill; you can't just imagine filling your stomach in the wild successfully.
Zhou Yingnan lifted her eyelids, "You forgot I live in the mountains. Hunting is an essential skill. Okay, mainly because I like eating game, so I learned a bit."
