[The red mud in the pond, damp and clammy, possesses the effect of insulating against high temperatures; using it to make beggar's chicken, the chicken wouldn't cook.]
Eater God commented.
Upon hearing this, Lin Baici's eyebrows twitched.
Beggar's chicken, he knew, involved cleaning the chicken, brushing it with fat and seasonings, then wrapping it in lotus leaves and clay before roasting it in a fire pit.
Reminded of how Song Li and the others had died, Lin Baici immediately rushed toward the mud pond.
Crack!
With a dive, Lin Baici flung himself into the mud pond, then began to roll around, covering himself in mud.
Still not satisfied, he started to grab more red mud and smear it on himself, getting ready to coat himself with it.
"Brother Lin, what are you…"
18D was dumbfounded.
Lin Baici certainly hadn't gone mad.
"What are you waiting for? Come over and smear mud on yourself, the thicker the better!"
Lin Baici urged.
