By the campfire.
Yan Bian and the others were wolfing down their food, while Chen Wen leisurely sipped on mushroom soup.
Of course, he was drinking mushroom soup that had been boiled again with fresh ingredients added.
"Eat slower, eat slower, don't choke."
Seeing them devouring the food like starving ghosts, Chen Wen couldn't help but say, "I just managed to find you and save you all, but if one or two of you choke to death, I won't even have a place to cry."
The three young tourists, feeling embarrassed, slowed down and started eating more gracefully.
But Yan Bian and the three guides were not picky at all.
Yan Bian grinned and said cheerfully, "Don't worry, if anyone chokes, just punch them in the stomach, and it'll definitely come out."
"Makes sense."
"Absolutely right."
The two guides agreed, taking big bites of meat.
After eating, Chen Wen looked at the group lounging around as if they were dead and said again, "Don't you have anything to ask or say?"
