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"This is a small reward for hard work."

She gave a slight bow, handing over the plate. A faint fragrance wafted from her hair with her movement. "This is dessert before the meal. I hope you enjoy it."

"If I may ask," he said, gently poking at the soft cake base with his fork, his expression somewhat subtle, "how many desserts did you bring?"

"Not many."

Remien placed her hands clasped in front of her apron, her pink eyelashes trembling gently in the firelight. "However, we probably won't finish it before we get back to Laterano."

"Won't it spoil?"

Han Fei raised an eyebrow; he remembered that animal-based cream spoiled quite easily.

Remien chuckled softly, her eyes curving into beautiful crescents: "Don't underestimate the Laterans' passion for desserts."

She tapped the plate with her slender fingertips and said, "You see, we're prioritizing the items that don't keep well."

As she spoke, she turned to Texas and handed her another dessert: "This one is for you."

Texas reached out and took the plate, glancing at Remian once more.

"Thank you."

She thanked him softly, her voice gentler than usual.

"You're welcome."

Remien waved her hand, her skirt tracing a graceful arc as she turned. "Dinner will be ready soon. Remember to come over to the campfire."

She turned to look at Han Fei and added, "Tonight it's bread, cheese, and soup. Conditions are limited in the wild, so I can't make too much. I'll cook you something better when we get back to Laterano."

"Wait a minute," Han Fei suddenly interrupted, "They're not all sweet, are they?"

Upon hearing this, Remien blinked, and her expression suddenly became exceptionally vivid in the moonlight. Her pink eyes were filled with innocence and confusion, as if to say: Do I really need to ask?

After all, for Lateranos, life is short, and having dessert first is the only truth.

Once Remy returned to the campfire, Han Fei looked away, unconsciously smacking his lips, his face filled with a conflicted expression—this dinner, overflowing with sweetness, was truly intimidating.

Texas noticed this and said softly, "Don't you want to eat? She'll probably be a little sad if you don't."

"Of course we should eat it."

As Han Fei spoke, he took out a military-grade can of food from his bag, tossed it in his hand, and said, "But we'll have to have an extra meal."

Han Fei considers himself to be fairly tolerant of both sweet and spicy flavors, without any particular preference for one. However, if he were to consume high-sugar foods continuously for 24 hours, he would find it difficult to cope.

This military-grade canned food is pretty good. It has a net weight of 500g and is full of braised beef. Just thinking about it makes my mouth water.

Han Fei ate very quickly, finishing a small piece of cake in just a few bites. He glanced at Texas and just happened to see her elegantly putting the last small piece of cake into her mouth, the silver fork flashing a tiny light in the firelight.

After finishing the pre-dinner dessert, it was time for the main meal. Han Fei led Texas to the campfire, where they sat around the fire with the others, forming a warm circle.

Remian, being the older sister, was naturally excellent at taking care of people. Standing by the campfire, her long pink hair was edged with gold by the firelight as she gently distributed food to everyone.

As she put it, dinner was indeed simple—a few golden-brown loaves of bread and a pot of steaming soup.

"this is yours."

Remien handed the plate to Han Fei, a serene smile on her lips.

Han Fei took the plate and examined it closely. The bread crust was crispy and smelled of wheat; the soup was an enticing crimson color and shimmered like a jewel in the firelight.

After distributing the food, Remianne, carrying her own dinner, sat on the other side of Han Fei and said softly, "Alright, everyone, let's eat."

He took a small sip of the soup, and the sweet taste immediately blossomed on his tongue.

It was indeed very sweet.

Han Fei smacked his lips. He had eaten too many sweets and now he really missed other flavors.

So he took out his Shadow Blade and pried open the military can. The metallic scraping sound was particularly crisp in the night, immediately attracting everyone's attention.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Han Fei, who neither wanted to eat alone nor intended to, immediately extended the can of food to everyone and said, "Would you like some?"

Fiameta glanced at it and said, "What kind of canned food is this?"

"Braised beef," Han Fei invited. "Come and try it, it should taste alright."

"should?"

Fiameta raised an eyebrow, but still stood up, walked around the campfire, went to Han Fei's side, took a small bite with a fork, and put it in her mouth.

"How does it taste?" Han Fei asked.

"is acceptable."

As soon as Fiamet finished answering, she suddenly noticed the strange light in Han Fei's eyes.

This unusual reaction made Fiameta instantly realize a possibility: "You haven't eaten it before, have you?"

"Uh……"

Han Fei was speechless.

These military canned goods are really expensive, 15,000 Haffars per box, and he usually can't bear to eat them.

"you……"

Fiameta subconsciously clenched her little fists, thinking it was Han Fei's kindness, but it turned out he mistook her for a food taster.

Han Fei quickly said, "Don't get excited. I was just thinking that good things should be shared with friends first."

Fiameta narrowed her eyes, her voice sounding like it was being squeezed out between clenched teeth: "You better be!"

"Why not?" Han Fei blinked, looking completely innocent.

"Humph!"

Fiameta turned and walked away, her fiery red hair drawing an arc in the night.

But after taking two steps, she suddenly turned back and, with lightning speed, forked off the largest piece of beef before leaving satisfied.

Fiametta's reaction undoubtedly proved that the canned food was alright, so Han Fei looked at the others and said, "Would you like some?"

But Mostima and Andorn both shook their heads, declining Han Fei's offer.

Just then, Texas's voice came over: "Boss, I want to eat."

"Give."

Han Fei withdrew his hand and handed the can of food to Texas.

The latter picked up a piece of beef, elegantly put it in his mouth, chewed it for a while, and nodded slightly, saying, "It tastes very good."

"Really? I want to try it too!"

Remian's voice suddenly broke through. She sat on the ground, leaned forward slightly, and looked past Han Fei, her gaze briefly meeting Texas's in the air.

Texas stared into Remian's eyes for a few moments before speaking, "Then you should try some too."

So Han Fei moved the can of food in front of Remy An. After she took a piece, Han Fei took the can back, placed it on his own plate, rubbed his wrists, and said, "I'm so tired from holding it up. Anyone who wants some can come and get some."

Remian remained silent, carefully chewing the piece of beef and savoring its flavor. Only after swallowing it did she ask thoughtfully, "So, you prefer this flavor?"

"Not really."

Han Fei, who was munching on bread, heard this and mumbled, "Actually, I just ate too many sweets and wanted to change things up."

"is it?"

Remien tilted her head slightly, her pink hair slipping over her shoulder with the movement, and sighed with a hint of regret, "What a pity, all I can do is make desserts."

Without hesitation, Han Fei blurted out, "I like anything you make."

"is it?"

A sly glint suddenly flashed in Remi's eyes, her pink pupils gleaming in the firelight. "How about I make you a cactus tart?"

"Eh?!"

Han Fei's expression froze instantly, as if he had been frozen in place.

In an instant, terrifying memories of cactus tarts flooded back—the bizarre texture, the pungent sourness, and the unforgettable sticky feel...

After a full three seconds, he managed a forced, dry laugh, his fingers unconsciously scratching the back of his neck: "Let's save this cactus tart for His Holiness the Pope; the old man has good teeth and can handle it."

"Pfft."

Remien couldn't help but chuckle and said, "Is it that scary?"

"Yes, brother, yes." Han Fei nodded repeatedly and said, "That thing..."

He wanted to say that the thing was really inedible, but the words stuck in his throat.

If I were to say it out loud, wouldn't that be insulting the Pope as well?

Colonel Sanders is a really nice guy; he doesn't deserve this.

"Look how scared you are."

Remien finally stopped her mischievous smile, her voice as gentle as melting honey, "Don't worry, I won't make you a cactus tart. Actually, the one last time was a ready-made one I bought from a dessert shop."

"I'm done eating."

Texas's voice suddenly rang out, somewhat cold, interrupting their conversation unexpectedly.

She stood up, her gaze shifting from Han Fei's head to Remi's face, and asked, "Where should we put the plates?"

"Let's put it on the hood first, I'll tidy it up later," Remy said.

"it is good."

Texas got up and walked towards the SUV.

Remien watched her retreating figure and said softly, "Your employee is quite aloof."

Han Fei ate his dinner with his head down and casually explained, "It's alright. Actually, she just looks cold, but she's quite sensitive inside."

Texas is a classic example of someone who is cold on the outside but warm on the inside. Don't let her aloof demeanor and seemingly unapproachable nature fool you; she actually has a rich inner world, she just never shows it on her face.

Thinking of this, Han Fei casually added, "Actually, she's quite similar to you."

"Me?" Remien pointed to herself, her eyes wide. "Like what?"

Han Fei rested his chin on his hand, his gaze shifting between the two girls: "They're both the type who exude a sense of aloofness upon first meeting, making people hesitant to approach them."

He paused, then added, "But once you get to know them, you'll find that they are actually more delicate and gentle than anyone else."

This wasn't just something he made up. Although Remian always wore a sweet smile, there was always a subtle sense of distance behind that smile. As for Texas, she was even more aloof; her cool and aloof demeanor gave off an aura that kept strangers at bay just by standing there.

"is it?"

Remien looked at Han Fei with gentle eyes and said, "Why don't I see you hesitant to approach easily?"

Han Fei straightened his back and said confidently, "Because I'm bold!"

He's the kind of guy who dares to mess with trash cans and manhole covers on the streets of Laterano. What aloof demeanor, what a sense of distance, what are you babbling about? Come here!

The shield dog used a grappling hook gun, which is correct.

This confident answer made Remy Ann chuckle. She managed to stop laughing and said, "I didn't know you were so observant."

"Neither."

Han Fei then became modest, saying, "I'm not very familiar with your teammates right now."

Han Fei didn't lower his voice, and his words were carried to the ears of the other three by the night wind.

Andorn glanced at Han Fei briefly before looking away and focusing on his dinner.

Fiameta and Mostima exchanged a knowing glance, their red and blue pupils reflecting the same understanding—didn't someone have any idea why they weren't familiar with each other?

These words unexpectedly touched Remy, and her gaze towards Han Fei softened even more as she softly said, "Alright, let's not delay your meal any longer. Eat quickly, the soup is getting cold."

"Oh."

Han Fei responded and lowered his head to focus on his dinner.

Dinner wasn't particularly lavish, and with so little food, Han Fei finished off the entire plate in no time.

Dinner time ended quickly, and the wilderness fell silent except for the area around the campfire.

The group sat around the flickering flames. Han Fei, drawing on his knowledge of the Terra world, chatted about everything from afternoon tea in Victoria to the snowfields of Ursus, from the night market of Lungmen to the beaches of Siesta. His witty remarks made the desolate night lively and extraordinary.

As the conversation continued, night fell.

The chatter continued until Andorn stood up.