Luo Dui's gaze landed not far away.
Over there, the mercenary leader who had just been laughing arrogantly a few minutes ago was now holding the iron clip and turning the meat over carefully.
The grilled meat dripped oil and sizzled on the grill. He reached for a bottle of barbecue ingredients and sprinkled a layer of sauce on it until the full and mellow aroma permeated.
The chefs at the manor had been carefully selected by Cheng Shui after Cheng Juan told him of Qin Ran's taste.
Cheng Shui had even specially selected the chef who made the best meat, so the aroma of the meat she marinated filled the air.
Leader Zhou didn't reply immediately. He sat in the car rushing towards Luo Dui.
"The signal is bad. What did you just say?" Leader Zhou asked after a pause.
Grilling meat?
He felt like he had certainly heard wrongly just now. Why did the words "grilling meat" pop out of the blue?
