The fragrance of medicine fills the countryside in 1990

Su Chenjin carried the bucket and walked steadily back to the camp. The sun seemed to still be lingering on this land, but he didn't know that the storm was brewing quietly.

Gu Xinliang turned and walked towards the carriage parked nearby, carefully took out a stack of cloud-white napkins, and made final preparations for the upcoming journey.

The breeze was blowing gently, carrying a bit of Yuxiu's spirit, and Chunri Miaoyu announced gently: "Xiaojin, we will have to embark on the journey home soon."

Her voice, like the warmest breeze in spring, gently touches everyone's heart.

Su Chenjin smiled slightly upon hearing this and responded, "Okay, everyone come together first, let's wash away the dust with clean water, refresh our faces, and welcome the next journey in the best condition."

After saying that, she gently opened the lid of the bucket. The clear water waves sparkled in the sunlight, seeming to contain the purest blessings of nature.

Upon hearing this, everyone gathered around Su Chenjin. Amidst laughter and joy, a warm and harmonious picture quietly unfolded.

When Gu Xinliang returned to the team, everything was ready and everyone was about to set off. Unexpectedly, the sky suddenly changed, wind and clouds surged, thunder roared from far away, and then, heavy rain poured down without warning, covering the whole world in a hazy curtain of water.

Faced with the sudden rainstorm, everyone did not panic at all. Instead, they acted quickly and tacitly and rushed into the tents that had already been set up.

Inside the tent, the lights were on, and it felt warm and safe, in stark contrast to the violent storm outside.

Everyone smiled at each other, their hearts filled with gratitude and trust for each other. In this unexpected storm, they were more closely united.

Gu Xinliang looked at the endless rain outside the window, frowned, and sighed softly: "It seems that this rain today is determined to spend the long night with us."

Hearing this, Tang Bin's brows also showed a trace of worry. He looked up into the distance, as if he could foresee the scene of the creek flooding tomorrow. He sighed and said, "Tomorrow, I'm afraid the creek will rage like a beast, isolating us from the outside world. The vehicles will become trapped beasts and it will be difficult to break out."

Gu Xinliang nodded, his tone filled with helplessness and determination: "If we set off now, we will undoubtedly face this violent storm head-on. In this kind of weather, the vehicle is as fragile as a fallen leaf and may break down in the mud at any time."

Tang Bin smiled bitterly and pointed at the slightly messy luggage around him: "This sudden storm didn't even give us a chance to breathe. We didn't even have time to properly put our luggage away before we were forced to dance with the raging wind and rain."

Gu Xinliang looked around the makeshift shelter - the tent. Although it was simple, it became their most solid support at the moment.

He comforted her, "Well, since it is God's will, let's stay here for now and wait and see what happens. Perhaps, we can make plans after the rain subsides. If we go out now, I'm afraid we will get soaked, which is not worth it."

As night fell, the storm showed no signs of stopping but instead intensified, as if nature was venting its endless anger and sorrow.

Inside the tent, the dim light flickered, illuminating the determined yet slightly tired faces.

Everyone sat together, sharing each other's stories and warmth, adding a bit of humanity and warmth to this stormy night.

The next day, the morning light, like a young girl just beginning to bloom, shyly unveiled the veil of night. The first ray of sunlight penetrated the brocade of mist, gently brushed across the sleeping earth, awakening the gentle prelude of autumn.

In this quiet and vigorous morning light, Miao Yu woke up quietly, her steps were light and full of expectation on the green grass dotted with morning dew, her heart was filled with infinite beautiful fantasies about the new day.

Located in this camping wonderland gently embraced by the morning light, Miao Yu uses the vast nature as its stage and carefully prepares a taste feast that awakens the senses.

In the spring, Miao Yu lighted the fire, and a pot of instant oatmeal porridge gradually woke up in the warm embrace. The originally ordinary grains, under her ingenuity, slowly released an intoxicating aroma, which permeated the morning air and became the most tempting prologue.

She carefully selects each dried fruit. The bright red cranberries are like shy gems in the morning light, sparkling with alluring luster; the golden dried mangoes exude the warmth of the tropical sun. Both are lightly dotted on the porridge, like the gentlest stars in the night sky, covering this ordinary bowl of oatmeal porridge with a dreamy dress, adding a bit of indescribable sweetness and fantasy.

And those carefully selected nuts and seeds are more like elves in the mountains and forests, quietly blending into this bowl of porridge with the gifts of nature. They not only bring the unique ruggedness and purity of the mountains to the oatmeal porridge, but also weave a primitive and harmonious song of nature between the taste buds, making people indulge in the yearning and expectation from the bottom of their hearts before tasting it.

Then, Miao Yu's gaze turned to the campfire in the camp. The toast slices nestled lightly in the embrace of the hot charcoal, slowly spinning like a dancer, its crust gradually covered with a deep and attractive caramel dress under the caress of the firelight, while the inside still maintained the delicacy and tenderness of a first kiss, warm yet tender.

Every bite of French toast is a delicate tease to the taste buds. They are not just food, but also messengers that shuttle between reality and fantasy, leading the tasters to temporarily forget the hustle and bustle and indulge in this pure beauty that comes from simplicity but hits the heart directly. The air is filled with the scent of sweetness and happiness, and even time slows down at this moment, just to savor this luxurious tranquility and satisfaction.

Under the night sky interwoven with stars and firelight, the luxurious transformation of French toast has become a wonderful legend about the harmonious coexistence of taste, emotion and nature.

The campfire-baked orange-berry muffins were the surprise that Miao Yu prepared for this breakfast feast.

The golden muffins, like elves leaping in the rising sun, spin lightly beside the crackling fire, each side coated with an attractive luster, just like the purest smile of nature, blooming in the morning light.

The addition of orangeberries is the finishing touch to this taste feast. Their sweet and sour interweaving is like the dew in the woods in the early morning, fresh yet profound, quietly seeping into every gap in the muffins, lingering with it, interweaving a symphony of sweetness and sourness.

The fire-roasting technique is Miaoyu's affectionate confession of the ingredients. The light burnt aroma, like the most delicate stroke of a painter's pen, not only gives the waffles a unique flavor, but also adds an indescribable wildness and style to this breakfast feast.

Every bite of the pancake is a delicate taste of the leisurely life and a deep understanding of the beauty of nature.

They are not just food, but also an expression of Miao Yu's inner world, a deep and simple love for this world. Through the transmission of taste buds, every taster can feel the warmth and tranquility from the bottom of the heart.

And her ingenious camping quick burger is even more amazing.

In the simple yet creative campsite, Miao Yu used biscuit mix as ink, and the simple environment became a canvas for her creativity.

As she painted, pictures of delicious food unfolded quietly, and every stroke contained her love for life and extraordinary imagination.

Hamburger, this ordinary food, was given new life in her hands.

Muffin bread is like clouds in early spring, gently embracing everything. Its softness and delicacy seem to melt all fatigue in an instant.

The fried egg is golden and attractive, like the shy sunrise in the morning light, tender and smooth with a bit of shy warmth, interweaving with the gentleness of the pancake into a silent love song.

The most amazing thing is the addition of homemade biscuits, which ignites the soul fire of this burger.

Crisp and fragrant, bursting in the mouth, is not only the ultimate teasing for the taste buds, but also the best interpretation of creativity. The fusion of the three is not only the harmonious coexistence of ingredients, but also the perfect dialogue between the soul and nature.

When you take a bite, it’s not just the taste of a burger, but also the dual symphony of happiness and sense of accomplishment.

They are like dewdrops sparkling in the morning light, pure and beautiful, gently touching the heart and instantly filling the entire chest.

At this moment, all the worries seem to be blown away by the wind, leaving only this moment of tranquility and satisfaction, which makes people reluctant to forget for a long time.

And under the gentle hum of the charcoal fire, the rich aroma of roasted corn quietly permeates, like a distant melody, gently plucking the heartstrings and awakening the childhood dreams sleeping deep in the years.

This is not just a simple aroma of food, it is the most gentle and delicate brushstrokes in memory, outlining a series of carefree summer pictures.

The sunlight is mottled, sprinkling on the quaint courtyard of my grandmother's house. Every ray of light seems to carry laughter and warmth, intertwined with the aroma of corn slowly rising in the air, weaving into a poem about happiness.

That fragrance, like a messenger traveling through time and space, silently leads everyone's soul through the hustle and bustle, back to that simple and pure era.

There, time seems to slow down, making people forget the troubles and sorrows of the world.

The children's laughter is clear and sweet, like the most beautiful bird songs in the summer morning, echoing with the aroma of roasted corn, forming the most simple and unpretentious piece of happy music.

Grandma's kind smile seemed particularly warm under the light of the fire. Her every word and every move were like this fragrance, deeply imprinted in everyone's heart and becoming the most precious memory of their life.

This aroma is not only a gentle soothing to the taste buds, but also a bridge of emotions, connecting the past and the present, allowing the pure happiness and warmth to transcend the boundaries of time and space, and continue to warm the hearts of every returnee.

In the feast for the taste buds of meat lovers, the grilled bacon skewers quietly appeared, like the brightest star among the stars, adding a strong touch to this food journey.

Bacon, a food that originally has an attractive amber luster and exudes a mellow aroma, seems to have undergone a gorgeous transformation under the gentle embrace of the hot charcoal fire.

The skin gradually turns an attractive brown, while the inside remains tender and juicy. This perfect cooking time is like a masterpiece carefully crafted by an artist, and every bite is an ultimate tease to the taste buds.

There is no need for complicated seasoning to overshadow the food; only the purity and freshness of the ingredients themselves are awakened to the extreme through simple and precise control of the heat.

The bacon skewers dance lightly on the charcoal fire, and every flip seems to be telling of the deep understanding and respect for the way of food.

When this string of delicacies finally falls onto the plate, the aroma it exudes is enough to make people fascinated, and the first bite is like opening a door to a food paradise, making people intoxicated, leaving an endless aftertaste and unforgettable for a long time.

When the perfect encounter between the braised eggs and the steamed buns was presented to everyone, this breakfast feast reached its climax.

The golden egg liquid slowly solidifies under the gentle caress of a low fire, just like the first ray of sunshine in the morning light, gently sprinkling all over the edge of the pot, emitting a warm and attractive luster, inspiring endless reverie.

And those small steamed buns, in the gentle embrace of the pot lid, quietly bathe in the baptism of hot air. Quietly, they absorb the fragrance and warmth around them, becoming softer and softer. Every bite is a delicate interpretation of the gentle years.

When the golden and white colors gracefully meet on the plate, the combination of hot eggs and soft steamed buns is more than just a simple addition of food. They seem to be the most ingenious arrangement of nature, covering this early morning camping time with a layer of dreamy veil.

Every bite is an ultimate temptation to the taste buds and a profound remembrance of the beautiful moments in life, making people forget the stars and cold wind of last night, leaving only full happiness and satisfaction in their hearts.

At 15:30 in the morning, the autumn morning light gently awakened the sleeping valley. Miao Yu, with her delicate hands, quietly weaved a table of warm breakfast. Amid the lingering aroma, everyone woke up from their dreams to greet this hopeful morning.

Su Chenjin, as usual, walked with brisk steps towards the gurgling Chiyou Creek. Her figure stretched out in the morning light, appearing exceptionally calm and determined.

Gu Xinliang followed her naturally. Although their steps were one in front and one behind, they were in perfect harmony.

When they reached the stream, a patch of wetland not completely soaked by the morning dew attracted their full attention.

There, rows of huge footprints came into view. They were deeply embedded in the soil, and seemed ready to break out of the ground at any time, bringing with them an indescribable sense of oppression.

These footprints, like the marks left by an ancient giant, make people imagine a lot and feel an inexplicable awe and curiosity in their hearts.

Su Chenjin's eyes suddenly became serious. She turned around quickly and said to Gu Xinliang, "These footprints are too abnormal. We must be vigilant. Notify everyone immediately and prepare to leave."

However, Gu Xinliang did not act immediately. He stood where he was, examining the footprints with deep eyes, as if he could read more information from them.

"Xiao Jin, you don't need to worry too much." He spoke slowly, with a reassuring force in his voice. "From the depth of these footprints and the recovery of the surrounding vegetation, they have been there for some time and do not pose an immediate threat. But even so, we cannot take it lightly."

After Su Chenjin heard this, although her worries were not completely dispelled, she also understood that Gu Xinliang's judgment was often accurate.

So, she turned her attention to another more pressing matter: "But, if such a being really exists, how can our vehicles deal with it? We also need them to take us away from here."

The two looked at each other, and without saying anything, they understood each other.

They hurried to where the vehicle was parked, each step filled with a sense of urgency.

As the distance got closer, an ominous premonition hung over my heart like a dark cloud, making it hard to breathe.

When they finally arrived at the parking lot, the scene before them made them gasp - Tang Bin's car was parked alone, with one tire missing, looking particularly desolate and helpless.

Even more shocking was that upon closer inspection, they discovered that two other vehicles had suffered the same fate, with their tires destroyed beyond recognition with an unimaginable force.

Gu Xinliang's expression became more serious than ever. He said in a deep voice: "This is by no means a coincidence. Someone or some unknown force is secretly at work. We must notify everyone immediately, maintain a high degree of vigilance and unity, and not act without authorization. In the face of the unknown, our safety always comes first." (End of this chapter)