"Chomp chomp! Chomp chomp chomp chomp!"
The childish voice grew increasingly urgent, while the gentle voice laughed more and more: "Don't rush, the meat has just finished cooking and it's still hot. See, isn't it still steaming?"
"Chomp chomp..."
The eager voice finally subsided under the gentle reassurance.
Then, a gentle laugh echoed in the tent.
Hearing this voice made Ashina Zhuxie's ears burn. The touch of his fingertips on the tent door felt like they were pricked by a needle, causing his whole body to shiver and his breath to become heavy.
The person inside the tent immediately sensed something: "Who's outside?"
"..."
Ashina Zhuxie took a deep breath and pushed open the door to enter.
Although it was a tent set up during a Turkic march, upon entering, the furnishings inside were not what one would expect during a light military campaign. They weren't even like the furnishing of a Turkic tent, but rather, all were items used by the Han people, exuding a homely air.
