Outside, the frigid wind howled, whistling as it swept across the Glacial River Beach.
A few kerosene lanterns cast a dim, yellow glow, adding a warm and peaceful ambiance to the wooden cabin.
Firewood roared in the hearth, its dancing flames radiating intense heat. Ducts carried this warmth to every corner of the cabin, from the floor and walls to the ceiling, enveloping the entire space.
Everyone, still in their coats, gathered around the dining table.
Feng Mountain picked up a plate of sliced musk ox meat and poured it into the hot pot.
As soon as the slices hit the roiling broth, they were instantly enveloped by the heat, their color gradually changing from bright red to a tender pink.
Steam rose from the pot, filling the air with a rich, mouthwatering aroma.
All eyes were fixed on the hot pot, eagerly awaiting the moment the meat was cooked through.
Feng Mountain, however, unhurriedly stirred the pot with his chopsticks, ensuring every slice cooked evenly.
