As the sun set, the sky gradually darkened.
This was a small lake deep within the mountains and woods, still quite a distance from the highway.
A Unimog painted deep black was parked on the rocky shore.
As for how the vehicle had gotten here from the highway, with several steep slopes of fifty or sixty degrees in between, that was nothing to Ning Yifan's modified Unimog. Forget reaching the lakeside—it could even take a lap through the lake!
Since few people usually came here, the lake's fish resources were relatively abundant.
After fishing here for an entire day, Ning Yifan's haul had been quite impressive: three crucian carp of around a pound each, a small grass carp weighing over a pound, and a soribim weighing more than two pounds.
The plentiful catch naturally made Ning Yifan even more interested in fishing, and he decided to stay here for another day tomorrow.
That night, the Unimog's roof rose two meters upward, creating a terrace-like space beneath it.
At that moment, Ning Yifan sat leisurely in a folding beach chair on the rooftop, admiring scenery rarely seen in everyday life.
Above him, a sky full of stars reflected upon the shimmering lake, giving him the feeling of being so drunk one forgot the sky was in the water, while a boatful of pure dreams weighed upon the river of stars.
From the surrounding woods came the occasional cries of unknown birds and insects, rising and falling together to compose a symphony of life.
Such an environment was utterly refreshing.
Of course, timid people might not appreciate this sort of pleasure. A pitch-black forest and a deserted lakeshore were settings that appeared in plenty of horror stories.
At Ning Yifan's side, Rem was preparing tonight's dinner for him.
The main course was