C117 Vigil

In the end, the poor chicken was still stewed.

Of the twenty plus people, everyone had only drunk a little bit of soup.

To tell the truth, compared to the food he had eaten before, the pot that was propped up in the ground and the things that were cooked with firewood always had an indescribable taste.

There was plenty of time for the stew, and when we had finished we set off again