Sizzle... sizzle...
The supremely tender venison chop was gradually giving off an extremely enticing aroma under the searing flames.
This ingredient, cut and cooked on the spot, shone due to its incomparable freshness. Furthermore, with the transcendent constitution of the Spirit Monster itself, just a pinch of salt was enough to evoke the most perfect natural flavor of the venison.
Even adding one extra clove of garlic would be a desecration to this premium meat.
Of course, Xin Xiaowei didn't have any garlic to begin with.
In a clay pot beside her, two large pig's feet were simmering with a "gurgle gurgle," their rich meaty aroma providing the most delightful taste.
Xin Xiaowei, stationed beside the fire, was almost in tears from her craving.
Tears streamed down from the corner of her mouth; no matter what, she couldn't stop them.
