Now that he had finally settled down and secured his own base, he naturally didn't want to compromise himself any further.
But he never expected that the so-called "delicacies" that the Demonic Clan ate daily were actually this mediocre.
Although the meat was tender, the gamey taste wasn't removed at all. With one bite, it even bled—was this meant for humans to eat?
It wasn't even as good as the random barbecue he could whip up~
"Your Majesty, if you don't like roasted Demon Sheep leg, there's fresh Beito Beast over there, tender and juicy." The Scarlet Demonic King was startled by Yun Xiayang's reaction, his face pale as he held the thrown back demonic beast's leg, speaking in a trembling voice, "I'll get the best cook in the fortress right away..."
