In an inconspicuous courtyard in the north of the county city, two people sat on the ground with a blazing stove in front of them, cooking a pot of snake soup. The steam mingled with the falling snow, blending into the same color.

An emaciated old man, seeing that the soup was almost ready, cheerfully picked up a ladle and served a bowl of hot soup to the red-clad man beside him.

"Mr. Lu, last time you said the soup wasn't flavorful enough. I've adjusted it this time. Please try it."

Lu Chuan took the bowl of soup, sipped it lightly, and his slightly furrowed brows slowly relaxed.