At night.
In the backyard of charcoal hotel.
There was a hubbub of voices.
The lute's elegant and clear tone, accompanied by the crackling sounds of the bonfire and the sizzling sounds of roasted meat, seemed to carry a hint of both salty and mild smoke.
Barrels of beer were carried out of the wine cellar by the waiters.
People in different clothes cheered and celebrated this rare night.
In the corner.
Next to a single barbeque rack.
A large piece of beef and a whole lamb rib were being rolled around.
Roger skillfully spread honey and sauce on the ingredients.
The sound of swallowing came from the side.
"I think it's ready to eat."
Rachel looked around for a while and muttered in a low voice with a serious expression.
"Here, eat this first."
Roger didn't make things difficult for the hungry Girl and handed her a sausage.
Rachel bit off half of it in one bite.
