Xiu Yan had already added wood to the fire twice, but the Firebird meat was just beginning to turn slightly golden.
"Brother Xiu Yan, stop holding it like that. Stick them around the fire pit and let them roast slowly. I'll teach you how to read."
Originally determined to hold out until the Firebird meat was fully roasted, Xiu Yan finally shifted his gaze away from the two thighs and wings at the mention of literacy.
"Alright, alright, let's go. We'll write on the sandy ground nearby so we can keep an eye on the roasting meat at any time."
Xiu Yan had been sitting by the fire pit for nearly thirty minutes. In this kind of weather, sweat continuously dripped from his stern face, making Ji Nuan feel a pang of sympathy.
Understanding the little female's concerns, Xiu Yan chuckled lightly, stuck the roasted meat at the edge of the fire pit, then took the cotton cloth she handed him and wiped the sweat off his face.
