Time trickled by, and the aroma started to fill the air.
With Feng Yin flipping the barbecue centipede meat back and forth, various seasonings sprinkled on top, fat dripping down, slowly roasting to a pale yellow. The robust aroma, like a surging wave, burst out, continuously assaulting the senses.
Oh my, that smells so good.
Dong Xiaoyan, who prided herself on her self-control, had already swallowed her saliva more times than she could count.
That meat... it looks incredibly delicious!
It looks like it's almost done, doesn't it?
Another sprinkling of thin seasoning was added, and the already-rich aroma suddenly doubled.
It smells heavenly, absolutely heavenly!
"Gulp."
Dong Xiaoyan swallowed uncontrollably and said, "Didn't you just say... you wanted to treat me to barbecue, to meat?"
Feng Yin replied, "Yeah, but you didn't seem to agree. I'm not the type to force people."
"I agree!"
Dong Xiaoyan quickly responded, "I accept your apology."
