C220 Strange Dreams

In front of Hee Bentang's three tents, Deng Ling had already prepared a barbecue rack and boiled a pot of hot water. The fire's heat was shining on everyone's faces, and the fatigue from the journey was also gone.

"Bentang, the chicken wings are done roasting. Try it."

It was still Deng Ling after all. Since she would take care of her at this time