Every time the others saw this scene, they felt sour and found it extremely irritating.
Of course, what they felt even more was envy, jealousy, and hatred.
They had not eaten their fill for many days, and meat was so rare that even a single bite was precious.
Occasionally, when Mo Jin and Cui Hu managed to catch some tiny fish or shrimp, everyone could get a bite.
But that little bit of food not only failed to fill them up—it only whetted their appetites further.
On top of that, Su Qiao and the others were always roasting snake meat, filling even the air with its enticing aroma. Only those who had experienced such torment firsthand could understand it.
Han Feng could now skin snakes with ease, so Su Qiao only had to catch them. He took care of everything else.
He placed the snake meat fried on the stone slab into palm leaves and carefully handed it to Su Qiao.
"Here, have a taste. I added some grape juice today. It should be delicious."
Su Qiao used her homemade bamboo chopsticks to pick up a piece and put it in her mouth. After chewing a few times, she nodded in satisfaction. "Mm, it's really good."
"Do you people even know what kind of place this is? Do you really think you came out here for a picnic?"
The others' anger finally reached its peak.
Guan Xiao Dong, a pampered young master who had never suffered hardship, was the first to lose his temper.
After forcefully swallowing the fruit in his mouth, he stared mockingly at Han Feng. "You're a grown man, yet all you know how to do is wait on a woman all day. You're bringing shame to all men."
The hardships of the past few days had