"These roots are edible, too! They taste a bit like green onion, spicy and pungent with a freshness, just tougher."
Driven by extreme hunger, An Jing couldn't wait for the meat to cook and thus picked some thick roots from the back of the Fanged Pig to chew on.
What was originally an instinctual act of hunger unexpectedly caused his eyes to light up.
These roots possessed a peculiar intense saltiness; although they were somewhat tough on the teeth, to a Martial Artist, this was hardly an issue—quite the contrary, they provided a satisfying chew.
"Meat with its own seasoning, eh."
While munching on the roots, An Jing managed the fire diligently.
The Fanged Pig was very fatty – just roasting it over the fire caused it to sizzle and ooze oil. He scraped off the layer of plant ash and charcoal from the surface with a blade, revealing the purple-golden pork underneath, dripping with melting fat into the fire.
