At the open-air barbecue stand, there were a few simply assembled tables and some long benches where one could lie down. A few meters away was the charcoal stand, with wisps of white smoke rising above it, soon blown over by the wind, carrying the enticing aroma of grilled meat.
A figure in a beautiful long dress was busying herself in front of the barbecue rack.
And a few meters away in the rest area, Matthew Saxon lay lazily on a long bench, his long legs crossed comfortably, hands behind his head, squinting up at the night sky.
Compared to someone who was busy beyond measure, he was indeed leisurely and carefree.
As more and more aromas wafted over, his slender Peach Blossom Eyes lazily opened slightly. He turned his head and glanced at that busy little figure for a while, then lazily urged, "Scarlett Yates, is it done yet?"
