Mo Ruyue brushed oil on the skewers, added cumin and chili powder, and some without chili.
After all, not everyone was used to eating chili.
He also had to take care of the people who didn't eat chili.
The people below only heard the sizzling sound of the meat skewers and the smoke.
"What is she doing? Bake something?"
"It will definitely taste terrible. It might even be burnt."
"I think so too. Last time, I ate a fish. It was banana and didn't taste good at all. I still like to eat fresh and tender things."
"I think she roasted it very well."
As he said that, the person could not help but swallow his saliva. The greedy worms in his stomach had been hooked out.
What exactly was this? It was too fragrant.
The commoners below stared at the thing in Mo Ruyue's hand and kept swallowing their saliva.
"Senior Brother, it smells so good. What's so fragrant?"
