Before long, the tender and juicy bear meat was sizzling and smoking.
Chen Yu, one skewer in each hand, grilled in a flustered manner.
The edges were all charred.
To the side, a young man with earrings shook his head and advised, "Buddy, that's not how you grill meat. You need to slice it open in the middle to let it heat evenly. And don't poke it into the fire. Are you trying to make a mummy out of this?"
Chen Yu hesitated, then took out his sister's canine "swish swish" two slashes down.
The charred ring of bear meat was cut off.
Then, another "swish swish" two slashes.
The two skewers of meat blossomed.
"Like this?" Chen Yu turned and asked.
"Yeah. Stay a bit further from the fire, right. Keep turning it." The man with earrings nodded, eyeing the tooth for a moment: "That's a pretty strange weapon you have there. Saw you use it in the arena. What's it called?"
"My sister's 'White Fang'."
"'White Fang'…," the man with earrings chuckled: "Interesting."
