"Sacrifice?!"
Jiang Xiaoxiao instantly imagined the scene during a specific festival, those circles drawn on the roadside with incense and offerings, burning paper money for worship!
Could it be like that?
"Yes, just like you're thinking!"
The Other Shore Flower on the ring suddenly shed its high-cold mysterious aura, transforming into a seemingly joyful atmosphere.
"Then let me try! I'll make lamb skewers."
So unfortunate.
To repay the kindness, and moreover, Number Nine is really just a child.
Jiang Xiaoxiao has a soft heart and has always been unable to refuse such childlike requests.
Opening the fridge, a one-eyed lamb was still lying inside.
Jiang Xiaoxiao swiftly cut off a large piece of the tenderest loin and abdomen meat, marbled with fat, perfect for grilling.
Take a look at the kitchen. Fortunately, there's an oven inside.
