Feng Ying bit into the meat, unaffected by Dong Xiaoyan's shaking, swallowing mouthful after mouthful with calm deliberation, without a hint of confusion.
"I'm so pissed off... so pissed off..."
Dong Xiaoyan howled upwards, "Ahhh..."
"Here it comes! Here it comes!"
Feng Yin quickly sliced off another piece.
Say what you will, based solely on his barbecuing skills, no one would dare to claim the top spot on Anping continent over Feng Yin. Even Zhuang Weiran, who had had grilled centipede meat multiple times, could only fall behind.
The reason was simple. Although spices like cumin weren't fully stocked in this world, Feng Yin had found substitutes, and the range was even wider than in his previous life. The flavors they created were undeniably delicious, leaving an incomparable lingering scent.
Dong Xiaoyan cut off a small piece with her knife and slipped it into her mouth, chewing it over.
Immediately, she was stunned, her pupils dilating considerably!
