In the gloomy jungle, two brown figures sat facing each other with a campfire burning between them, sending up wisps of white smoke.
Bi Fang found two slender branches, folded the snake meat and threaded it through, propping it over the blazing fire. His face was "scarlet red," looking like an old farmer sunburnt under the sun.
After peeling off the skin, the fresh meat with streaks of blood curled and shrank under the flames, oozing droplets of fat.
Even without any seasoning, the wafting aroma of the meat was enough to make one's mouth water; Bi Fang could feel his stomach growling.
Leonardo felt the same way, yet as he looked at the patterned snake skin, the temptation was mingled with waves of nausea and a sourness in his throat.
These two completely opposite symptoms appeared at the same time, making him feel extremely uncomfortable.
[Can we eat it now? It feels done.]
[It seems quite good.]
