After the talk about the legends of treasures that had inspired generations of adventurers to go to sea came to an end, the cook had also finished roasting the flesh of the murloc's belly.
They were white after being cooked, charred a little black, and covered with tiny brown particles that glistened with a moist, oily glow.
The repeated smearing of seasonings had already seeped into the texture of the meat, effusing it with a tantalizing visual effect.
"Desi grilled fish, it's different from how you usually eat it." Elland pointed at the white porcelain plate the cook lowered.
Donna held her fork and knife and eagerly said, "I love honey-roasted fish!
"But this is also very appetizing."
Honey-roasted fish… How much honey would that take… If I have a chance to try it, the taste should be pretty good… Klein allowed his imagination to run wild.
