When several elders from the monastery arrived at the mountain gate, they saw Ethan Ye holding a glass of wine in his left hand and a chicken leg in his right hand, eating with relish in front of everyone in the desert.
There were two almost cooked chickens on the campfire in front of Ethan Ye, and the aroma of wine and roasted chicken filled the air.
At this moment, Hengxin hurriedly stopped Hengchi, winking at him and shaking his head.
Heng Chi hesitated to speak, then looked at the group of people in the desert. For this group of people who had not eaten all day, this moment was undoubtedly a torment.
"Junior brother, what do you think of Young Master Ye's plan?" Heng Xin asked with a smile.
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