Fang Yourong couldn't distinguish immediately.
Zhou Xuanqing also frowned, staring intently at his large alchemy furnace.
Neither of them moved.
Jiaojiao suddenly stood upright, sniffed, and wagged her tail vigorously.
He seemed to have thought of something and was about to jump in.
With a clang, the mouth of the large alchemy furnace opened.
The two of them and the cat immediately saw—Qin Yu?
No, it was a roast suckling pig.
Complete in color, aroma, and taste.
Qin Yu was beside it.
At that moment, Fang Yourong truly saw Qin Yu standing alive and intact in the faint firelight, and she felt relieved, her brows and eyes relaxing a lot.
But she also sensed something was off, so her gaze lightly swept over Qin Yu, lost in thought.
Qin Yu noticed Fang Yourong's scrutiny but didn't care, naturally applying the seasoning on the side.
"Wait a moment, it'll be ready soon."
Sprinkling the last bit of sauce, she brought the roast suckling pig out.
