The side of the bird legs and wings closer to the fire pit had already turned slightly golden, and the rich aroma wafted forth from there.
Ji Nuan swallowed hard. "I never imagined Firebird meat would smell this good when roasted."
Seeing her eager expression, a trace of amusement flashed through Xiu Yan's eyes. "I'll take a look."
He walked over to the fire pit, picked up several skewers of roasting meat planted around it, and turned the side that hadn't yet browned toward the flames.
This time, the two beasts didn't leave but crouched nearby, keeping watch.
Sure enough, in just a little while, the previously pale yellow areas had quickly turned golden brown, releasing waves of rich, mouth-watering fragrance.
It seemed that roasting Firebird meat required a period of preheating before it could cook more easily, and as for the flavor—it was downright incredible.
Xiu Yan handed a skewer with a sizzling, oil-dripping Firebird leg to Ji Nuan. "Try it. Careful, it's hot."
