Curtis didn't care about this at all. In his eyes, beastmen were no different from ordinary animals. They could be eaten as well.
The egg fragrance rose in the air, causing Bai Qingqing to gulp. She reached for the salt jar from the luggage and scattered a small pinch.
She then applied another layer of oil into the pan, flipped the egg crepe over, then continued frying it.
About ten minutes later, an egg crepe was done.
Bai Qingqing struggled about eating it for a moment while drooling. She eventually glanced at An'an, who was smacking her lips while laying by the side, and, clearly not having had her fill yet, she summoned her courage, picked up the egg, and stuffed it into her mouth.
The egg that was cooked at low temperature was extremely tender and had a slight stench. However, when mixed together with the animal fats, they formed a strange delicacy, instantly subduing Bai Qingqing's taste buds.
