The sky collapsed, and in the blink of an eye, I found myself transported to Nanluoguxiang.

Ba Teng pulled Li Kaixin to sit down at the low table opposite the door, while he himself sat down next to Li Kaixin on his left.

A short while later, Dorjeer led Master Chen, Zhou Zhiming, and Song Hai in, and invited them to sit down to Li Kaixin's right.

Before sitting down, Zhou Zhiming, holding what he was carrying, asked, "Uncle Dogil, this is a gift from my master. Where should I put it?"

Seeing this, Dogiel did not immediately take it, but turned to look at his father, Batten.

Although he is now middle-aged and still the production brigade leader, he still has to let his elders make the decisions when they are present.

Batten glanced at the cloth bag, his brow furrowing slightly. "Kaixin, we invited you to dinner to thank you, why did you bring something? How can we accept this?"

"Grandpa Bateng, it's my first time visiting, so I should bring something, right?" Li Kaixin said sincerely. "Don't worry, I definitely won't bring anything next time I come."

When Bateng heard Li Kaixin say this, his brows immediately relaxed: "That's settled then, Kaixin. Don't bring it next time you come."

As he spoke, he nodded slightly to Dogil.

Dojir understood immediately, turned around and said gently, "Brother Zhiming, leave it to me. You sit down first, and we'll start eating soon."

"Alright, Uncle Dogiel." Zhou Zhiming handed over the things and then sat down.

He couldn't help but swallow hard when he saw the food in front of him. It was only when Song Hai, who was sitting next to him, nudged him with his elbow that he came to his senses.

Dogiel put the gift aside and returned to the table to sit down next to Batten.

Bayar and Chagan also found their own places.

Finally, two middle-aged women dressed in Mongolian attire brought in two large basins of mutton soup, and the banquet officially began.

Batten pointed to the table laden with food and chuckled, "Come on, everyone, let's get started!"

Then he handed Li Kaixin a piece of lamb shank, saying, "Kaixin, try this lamb; it's a specialty from our grasslands!"

Li Kaixin didn't stand on ceremony and picked it up to eat.

The mutton was tender and juicy with no gamey smell at all, which made him exclaim from the bottom of his heart: "Grandpa Bateng, your mutton is so delicious! I can't stop eating it."

"I'm so happy! Eat as much as you like!" Bateng's wrinkles widened into a smile, then he looked at Master Chen and the others, "Masters, please don't be shy, make yourselves at home!"

Upon hearing this, Zhou Zhiming could no longer contain himself and immediately grabbed a piece of roasted lamb chop, taking a big bite.

Seeing him eat like that, Bayar couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Brother Zhiming, you're eating with such gusto, just like a true grassland man."

"No, no!" Zhou Zhiming mumbled, his mouth still full of meat, "Brother Bayar, I'm not usually like this, it's just that your mutton is so delicious!"

After saying that, he picked up the bowl and took another sip of mutton soup.

Although Song Hai didn't speak, his hands never stopped moving. Chef Chen ate while occasionally exchanging a few words with Dorjir.

The banquet proceeded in this lively and cheerful atmosphere.

Throughout the meal, Bateng's smile never faded. He kept piling meat and vegetables onto Li Kaixin's plate, making Li Kaixin feel quite full without even having to lift a finger.

Li Kaixin also got to know the two women.

The slightly plump woman is Bayar's mother, and the slender woman is Chagan's mother; the two are sisters. They are also very grateful to Li Kaixin.

Especially Cha Gan's mother, whose husband died a few years ago, now only has Cha Gan as her hope. When she learned that her son had been saved by the young man in front of her, she thought she must thank him properly in person.

Today we finally found an opportunity; half of the meal was brought from home by her.

After a satisfying meal, everyone sat down for another round of milk tea and chatted idly.

Zhou Zhiming patted his round belly, stared at the milk tea in front of him, and looked like he wanted to drink it but really couldn't.

Bayar patted him on the shoulder and joked with a smile, "Brother Zhiming, why aren't you drinking anymore? Didn't you say it was pretty good this morning?"

"Easy, easy, Bayar brother, you almost filmed everything I ate before!"

Zhou Zhiming shrank back, gesturing for him to look at his stomach: "Look at me, how can I possibly drink anymore? It's all because your mutton is too delicious!"

His appearance immediately made everyone burst into laughter.

Once the laughter subsided, Dojiel spoke up at the opportune moment: "Brother Zhiming, if you like to eat them, I'll prepare one for you when you leave."

"No, no! Uncle Dogil, this is far too precious."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Zhiming waved his hands repeatedly, saying, "I'm already embarrassed enough that I've come here today to eat and drink for free. If I take anything more, what kind of image would that be?"

"Brother Zhiming, what's so precious about this?" Bayar chimed in, his tone somewhat indifferent. "There are plenty of these things on the grasslands now. If you come across them, just take them out anytime."

"Really?" Zhou Zhiming asked with delight, then a hint of doubt crossed his face. "But when we drove here, all the sheep we saw were being herded by people!"

When Bayar was asked this question by Zhou Zhiming, he was stunned for a moment before he realized what was going on.

Then, he explained with a smile:

"Brother Zhiming, those were domestic sheep being herded by herders, of course you can't hunt them. I'm talking about the wild gazelles around here, the ones you just ate. You can hunt them as much as you want now, and nobody will care."

"A gazelle?"

Zhou Zhiming's eyes lit up again, and he involuntarily leaned closer to him: "Brother Bayar, I'm asking you, if someone like us could actually hit him?"

"Of course you can!" Bayar said confidently. "As long as you have a gun, you can hit them."

Seeing this, Zhou Zhiming tentatively asked, "Then can you take us there today?"

After she finished speaking, she looked at him expectantly.

Song Hai also looked over at this moment. Although he didn't speak, the expectation in his eyes was no less than that in Zhou Zhiming's eyes.

Bayar was about to agree when he opened his mouth.

Li Kaixin, sitting in the main seat, couldn't stand it any longer and couldn't help but interject:

"Zhiming, don't even think about it. Bayar was just trying to comfort you. Those gazelles run away before you even get close; you can't catch them at all."

I met Chaolu and Enhe on the grassland when I came here last time. They ran away from a distance. He has only ever fought in the Greater Khingan Mountains.

"Brother Kaixin, I'm not exaggerating this time," Bayar said seriously. "Now, you really can shoot as long as you carry a gun."

"A few days after you left last time, we don't know what happened, but herds of gazelles started appearing here."

"That's great!" Upon hearing this, Zhou Zhiming stood up abruptly.

I've already started imagining myself capturing the yellow sheep.