Xi Silong saw that his livestream was quite popular and had a brainwave. He got someone to move over a few barrels of beer from the bar that the Allied Forces had already taken over, and had Li Aozi promote the products while livestreaming.
Li Aozi felt it wasn't enough, so he called for Banam to drive over in a hovercar, bringing a set of barbecue equipment and plastic chairs.
Sitting on a plastic chair at a street food stall, Li Aozi nodded in satisfaction. This was the soul of a barbecue.
Holding his long sword under his arm, he started to aim the camera carelessly at Sulut Palace in the background, snacking and drinking while chatting with Banam and Xi Silong, casually introducing the history of Grante to everyone.
Here was eating and drinking, there was covering fire, and the wind blew the aroma of the griddle cooking into Sulut Palace. The garrison, smelling it, felt their noses prick and their eyes become red.
