Armed with a machete and a gun, armed with a system, they fled the famine.

The clothes were bought by Zhao Yan according to her height of 1.7 meters. They were a little short on Yang Sanlang, but he didn't mind.

"Thank you... for bandaging my wound."

Zhao Yan glanced at him sideways, her tone unreadable, "No need, I'm the one who should be saying thank you."

If it weren't for his pull, she would probably be the one injured right now.

Yang Sanlang felt uncomfortable listening to this, and his brows furrowed involuntarily.

“…You’re my wife, you don’t need to be so polite with me.”

When he fled to the north to join the army, he was afraid of implicating his family and never thought of seeing them again.

Now that God has brought them together again and given him a precious daughter, he has decided to live a good life with them.

However, he noticed that his wife's thoughts didn't seem to align with his own.

Moreover, she is also quite skilled in martial arts.

Wasn't she mentally challenged since childhood? When did she learn these skills?

Yang Sanlang's eyes were unfathomable, and his face was deep and serious.

Hearing him casually utter the word "wife," Zhao Yan paused for a moment, then awkwardly turned her head away.

“…Oh, I wasn’t being polite with you.”

She replied in a muffled voice, then, remembering that Uncle Yuan seemed to have been injured when they killed the wolf, she quickly used medical alcohol to disinfect his arm under the pretense of bandaging his wound.

Yuan Gang felt a burning pain where the wolf had bitten him. He thought it was because Zhao Yan had been too rough when cleaning the wound. He gritted his teeth and endured the pain until his arm was bandaged.

"You guys rest first, I'll be right back."

Zhao Yan gave an instruction, pulled a burning stick from the fire, picked up a machete with her right hand, and left the cave.

There was a wolf still struggling to survive in the trap; she had to take advantage of its weakness and kill it.

When she returned, she was carrying three dead gray wolves.

Yuan Gang has already moved all the wolves out of the cave.

Including the three that Zhao Yan brought back, there were a total of ten wild wolves.

It was exactly the same group that Zhao Yan had encountered on the hillside.

"Wolf pelts are a good thing."

Looking at the three gray wolves that had been cut in half at the ground, Yuan Gang said regretfully, "It's a pity that these are cut in two and are of little use."

Zhao Yan, however, did not think so.

"It'll be useful. Tomorrow, skin the wolf and tan it. Even if we can't make a wolf skin coat, we can still make a pair of wolf skin boots."

Yuan Gang thought about it and agreed, so he stopped worrying about it.

Zhao Yan told Yuan Gang to go and rest, and that she would keep watch for him in the latter half of the night.

The next day, after breakfast, Zhao Yan went back to the cave to catch up on sleep.

When he got up again, Zhao Yunchen and the others were surrounding Yuan Gang, watching him skin the wolf.

Zhao Xiaomi and Chen Qingjiao were timid. One hid in Yang Sanlang's arms and dared not open her eyes, while the other followed Tian Xiu'e and only dared to turn her head to peek occasionally.

The sight of her wanting to see something but finding it unattractive left Tian Xiu'e both amused and exasperated.

Zhao Yunjie squatted to the side, his mouth watering as he looked at the wolf meat on the ground.

"Grandpa Yuangang, is it okay to eat this wolf meat?"

They had eaten wild boar, rabbit, and pheasant meat.

This wolf looks ferocious; I wonder what its flesh tastes like?

want to eat.

"It's edible."

Zhao Yan walked over and cut off a large wolf leg from the wolf.

"Wait, I'll grill some meat for you right now."

"Great."

Zhao Yunjie and Yuan Tianbao danced with joy.

Zhao Yunchen, with his keen eye, handed his aunt water and a knife.

He watched the entire fierce battle last night, and his admiration for his aunt soared to unprecedented heights.

He not only held his aunt in high esteem, but also his grandfather, Yuangang, in even greater respect.

He always thought that Grandpa Yuangang only knew medicine, but he never expected that his martial arts skills were also so formidable.

He made up his mind that once they settled down, he would ask Grandpa Yuangang to take him as his apprentice.

He wants to learn kung fu to protect his family.

The reason he didn't ask his aunt for help was that he felt his aunt would have to take care of Xiaomi in the future, and he was afraid that his aunt would be too tired.

Zhao Yan cleaned the wolf leg meat and then sliced ​​it into thin pieces, arranging them on a plate.

It took four or five plates of meat to finally cut the wolf leg clean.

"Yuncheng, keep an eye on the heat, don't let it get too high."

She took a stone slab that she had found by the stream from her basket, heated it on the stone stove, and then brushed a layer of lard on it.

Once the oil was hot, she picked up a slice of meat and placed it on the stone slab.

"Bah-"

With a soft crack, the aroma of roasted meat spread out.

Zhao Yunjie and the others surrounded Zhao Yan, their eyes fixed on the fragrant roasted meat on the stone slab.

Wow--

It looks delicious!

Zhao Yan looked at each of their expressions one by one, a doting smile curving her lips.

"How is it? Grilled meat on a stone slab is more fragrant than grilling it directly over a fire, isn't it?"

Although she called it barbecue, it was more like pan-fried meat.

Wolf meat fried in lard is bound to be delicious, even if it's not.

Zhao Yunjie nodded repeatedly.

"Mmm, it smells so good, I want to try it right now."

"Me too, me too."

Yuan Tianbao took a step forward and asked pitifully, "Auntie, when will this meat be cooked? Listen, my stomach is growling."

Zhao Yunqi and Zhao Yunchen didn't speak, but their bright eyes were enough to show how eager they were.

Zhao Yan couldn't suppress the smile on her lips.

"It'll be ready soon, just wait patiently."

She kept turning the grilled meat with both hands.

After frying one side, flip it over to fry the other side.

When it was almost time, she took out three paper packets from her bosom.

"What flavors would you like to eat? I currently have spicy, five-spice, and cumin flavors available."

"I want it spicy," Zhao Yunjie was the first to say.

But Zhao Yan said, "No, you had diarrhea for days after eating spicy food last time. You're still young, so don't eat spicy food yet. Wait until you're older before you try it."

"Alright, now you only have two choices. Tell me, what do you want to eat?"

Before everyone could decide, she suddenly changed her mind, "Forget it, I'll make both of the other two. They're not spicy, so everyone can eat them."

Zhao Yunjie nodded reluctantly.

"Got it, Auntie."

Zhao Yan put away the spicy packet, opened the remaining two paper packets, pinched some seasoning with three fingers, and sprinkled it evenly on both sides of the grilled meat.

Instantly, a unique fragrance filled the cave.

"Mom, eat meat."

Even Zhao Xiaomi, who was hiding in Yang Sanlang's arms in fear, couldn't resist the fragrance and ran out.

"Okay, wait."

Zhao Yanteng reached out and patted her daughter's head, then turned to instruct her nephew, "Yunchen, go get the bowl."

"okay."

Zhao Yunchen walked briskly to find the bowl.

Zhao Yan put some wolf meat in each person's bowl.

She put the rest into a bowl and handed it to Zhao Yunchen, saying, "Yunchen, go and take this to your Grandpa Yuan."

"Eh."

Zhao Yan followed the same method, frying the remaining wolf leg meat one by one until cooked, and then sprinkling them with seasonings.

Finally, everyone got to eat the fragrant and crispy wolf leg meat.

Even the injured Yang Sanlang and Chen An were allowed to have a few bites to satisfy their cravings.

Yuan Gang skinned all the wolves and came over to ask Zhao Yan what she thought.

"Girl, what do you want to do with this wolf meat?"

Don't be fooled by the small amount of meat on a wolf's body; it has a huge amount of meat.

Ten wolves were too many for the group to eat at once, and the hot weather meant they wouldn't keep them alive. They had to find a way to preserve them.

Zhao Yan estimated the amount of salt left and said, "How about we pickle it and smoke it into jerky? That way it will keep and won't spoil."

Yuan Gang meant the same thing.

"Okay, then smoke it into jerky."