Sizzle!
Flames lapped cheerfully at the skinned mountain rat on the grill.
Drops of fat fell and burst upon the flames, releasing an amazing aroma.
Su Lu carefully turned the grill, occasionally sprinkling a bit of salt or cumin on it to make the aroma even more tantalizing.
Gurgle!
Even Zuo Xiaojuan, who despised and feared rats, couldn't help but swallow her saliva at the sight.
She was hungry.
After all, they were stranded in the mountains with not much snack to go around, and everything was already finished off.
"Um... Brother Bai, your cooking... smells so good!"
Li Zhi approached, staring at the grilled rat meat, and swallowed his saliva.
"Hmm, even though domestic rats definitely should not be eaten, mountain rats are not that particular. Aren't there markets that specifically breed bamboo rats for consumption?"
Su Lu chuckled and opened another iron pot that was cooking.
An even more irresistible aroma filled the air.
