After twenty minutes of riding, Han Qiwu suddenly spotted something familiar by the roadside.
A leather tent.
Outside the leather tent, a thin curl of cooking smoke was rising into the air.
"Could it be Liu Lang? Let's go take a look." Han Qiwu, intrigued, first took some roasted meat and pancakes out of his storage compartment, wrapped them neatly in a clean plastic bag, placed them in the carriage, and then turned his bike toward the leather tent.
He had been wondering where to find Riverwhite Grass!
When he arrived at the tent, Han Qiwu got off his vehicle and saw Liu Lang sitting on a large rock, seemingly cooking something.
In front of him, a fire pit supported three criss-crossed branches, and hanging from these branches was a small pot. In the pot, some unknown wild vegetables were being boiled, giving off an unexpectedly enticing aroma.
