Xia Yu was also drenched in sweat.
The high heat was roasting him as well, as a chef, he bore the brunt of it; less than a half-step in front of him was a large stove lined with a thick layer of charcoal, yet he couldn't afford to slack off in the slightest. With the temperature as it was, even a half-beat slow in flipping it, and the suckling pig on the flames would be charred!
In just a short moment, the skin of the suckling pig began to turn slightly golden brown!
"It's time to brush on some oil," Xia Yu silently calculated the heat as Xingping Chuangzhen was operating the bellows, causing the charcoal to burn faster.
"Hand me the oil, I need peanut oil..."
"And the basting brush!"
He called out towards the tea pavilion. These items were all prepared in advance by the Tiqie family.
"Here you go—"
A lively voice came from beside him.
