Riding his bicycle, Han Qiwu naturally had no clue about the thoughts swirling in the little computer's mind. At that moment, he happened to pass by the spot where Liu Lang often hung out. Turning his head, he unexpectedly saw that tent, both familiar and unfamiliar.
It was familiar because Han Qiwu had bought that leather tent.
It felt unfamiliar because only half of the leather tent remained.
"Let's see what's going on," Han Qiwu turned his direction and rode over.
Riding closer, he saw the long-haired Liu Lang setting up a pot and cooking soup, smelling faintly of beef.
"Hey, you're here! Want some soup? Beef hide and wild vegetable soup, it's quite tasty," Liu Lang stirred the pot and enthusiastically said to Han Qiwu.
Han Qiwu waved his hand, "I just ate before coming out. Where have you been busy these days? Haven't seen you for a while."
Liu Lang chuckled, "Oh, I've been wandering around, no telling where I'd end up. Got any food with you?"
