Night was falling slowly, stars began to hang in the sky, everyone lit a bonfire for illumination, sitting cross-legged some distance apart, either chatting or playing cards, with a few others skewering food with bamboo sticks.
Qin Guanglin and Chen Rui were busy at the barbecue grill, one on each side. Chen Rui occasionally gave directions, and when Qin Guanglin had his fill tasting his own practice skewers, he finally mastered the technique and grilled some chicken wings to his satisfaction. He excitedly took them to He Fang, then returned to continue grilling.
As expected, Chen Rui wasn't just boasting. He turned skewers over the grill just like a street vendor, pouring on the seasoning, and easily dividing the cooked food, enough for five or six people with a handful, quickly grilling a portion for everyone.