In the front yard, several iron racks were set up, the wooden charcoal piled in the iron box radiating intense heat.
Large chunks of beef and lamb slowly changed color under the high temperature, the golden chops sizzling with fat, exuding the mouthwatering scent of roasted meat.
Upon seeing Shao Zifeng approach, one of the chubby chefs reached for a sharp iron knife, shaved off a piece from the roasting meat, and handed it over, "Young man, have a taste of my craftsmanship."
Shao Zifeng took the metal skewer and offered a smile of thanks.
The roast in his hand hissed, a drop of hot oil tracing down its plump lines. He sniffed lightly, the charcoal's woody fragrance mixed with the aroma of the meat making his mouth water.
"Wow~"
Before he could take a bite, an inexplicable chill suddenly emerged, and a disheveled vengeful spirit squeezed out from behind Shao Zifeng, its dark eyes fixed on the roast in his hand, black liquid dripping from the corners of its mouth.
