Carve the following words onto a sweet sticky rice ball: Exclusively for [Name]

The sentry who returns first gets to eat first.

In the past, roast whole lamb banquets in restaurants were generally only served at large banquets such as weddings, graduations, full moon celebrations, first birthday celebrations, and birthday celebrations. Only on these occasions would a family be willing to eat a whole roast lamb to show off the host's status; in addition, about ten kinds of dishes would be served.

This whole roasted lamb must be placed in the most conspicuous and well-ventilated location.

Today, everyone worked together to clear a clean area in the hall, moving the collapsed beams and various damaged instruments and building materials to one side.

But this wasn't for show; it was purely to make room for the whole roasted lamb.

Then a fire was lit. Unlike a campfire for warmth, this fire was made of lychee wood brought out by Sangye. It was set up in a triangular shape, with enough oxygen space inside to allow the wood to burn fully, so as not to produce choking black smoke.

One person slowly rotates the grill, watching the mutton fat slowly seep out from the skin, emitting an indescribable aroma unique to mutton.

Half of the chicken was put into the oven, and the other half was skewered and stuffed into the lamb's belly to be roasted together. The fruitwood roasting gave it a special aroma, as if it could lock the sweetness of lychee into the skin.

Lamb skewers and vegetable skewers are grilled over charcoal.

The charcoal was also burned by Sangye and Lin Changli together. Burning charcoal is very simple. Just let the wood burn in a place with insufficient oxygen. After it goes out, it will form charcoal that can be reused.

It has to be said that Lin Changli's abilities are quite useful, although it always feels like a waste of his talents.

The taste of meat baked in the oven isn't bad, but it's never as flavorful as meat roasted over charcoal.

People are naturally gifted when it comes to food. The sentry didn't need Sangye to teach him how to grill, and he could even brush on some honey sauce and sprinkle some pepper seasoning in a decent manner.

Compared to Rong Cheng, who only knows how to blow up the kitchen, it's like heaven and earth.

Thinking of Rong Cheng, Sangye looked up again, but still couldn't see her, and there was no message from the terminal.

Sangye was a little worried, but not much; the Three-Legged Golden Crow, as a divine beast, had unique methods of self-defense. Rong Cheng had probably run into some trouble, but it wasn't enough to threaten his life.

After giving the most seriously injured sentry a mental pep talk, the silver-haired guide went to rest. After all, she was getting old, and her energy couldn't recover as quickly as that of a younger person.

She sat down next to Aso Ment as before, watching her furrow her brow as she processed the intelligence at her hands. She glared at the Gu Diao that had run out, and the Gu Diao obediently retreated back into its mental image.

The silver-haired guide secretly extended a wisp of his spiritual power towards Aso Ment.

“Mom,” Aso Ment said without looking up, “aren’t you tired? Take a rest first.”

Sofia Ment ignored her and barged in: "Keep her out here; it drains your mental energy."

She was referring to the spiritual entity, the Gu Diao.

“Anyway, she won’t live for many more years, so why keep her locked up outside?” Aso Ment was optimistic. “Although she can’t see any scenery while trapped on Black Tower, it’s still better than being trapped in a mental image.”

Sophia looked at her with some sadness: "It hasn't come to that yet."

Aso looked up at the jubilant sentinels in the hall. Bathed in the spiritual energy, they had recovered considerably. Many of the wounded sentinels were eager to try the barbecue, and some had already secretly cut off a small piece of half-cooked food and were happily munching on it.

“Mom, don’t worry too much.” Aso’s voice was soft and almost inaudible amidst the noise of the sentries. “I have enough time left to make arrangements for you, and then I will go and reunite with Charlene. Charlene has been gone for so many years, I’ve had enough.”

She still had ambition and desire to climb higher, but after the spiritual riot, the belief that supported her collapsed long ago. After arriving on Black Tower Star as the planet's highest executive officer, she still had some power and the right to communicate directly with the empire's high-ranking officials, so she was not completely marginalized.

Unlike Lin Changli and Wu Huansheng, who have the support of top-tier powerful families and can always make a comeback, Aso Mente started from humble beginnings, and this was the best ending she could have earned for herself.

She will be buried with state honors as a general and the planet's highest executive officer, and will have a place in the imperial mausoleum. Her mother will also be properly laid to rest. Then she can leave this world holding her daughter's ashes, never to be separated again.

Beneath Aso Ment's combat suit, a thin spatial button was pressed against her chest, inside which lay Charlene Ment's ashes.

She looked at the simple "kitchen work area," where the red-haired woman stood out. She seemed to have inexhaustible energy and was always full of fighting spirit.

If even an ordinary sentry knew the hidden story behind the execution, Aso Ment certainly knew as well. She wasn't someone who couldn't distinguish right from wrong, so she didn't show any hostility towards Kuwano later.

Beside Sangye, the usually eccentric and arrogant Imperial Marshal lowered his eyes and dutifully allowed himself to be ordered around by her to make a grill, and was currently skewering lamb and green peppers.

The atmosphere between the two was inexplicably harmonious.

Today's main dish is also a mixed bag. If you like instant noodles, make instant noodles; if you like rice balls, heat up rice balls; if you like rice noodles, cook a bowl with broth... Robots can do all these simple steps for you.

As time went by, several whole roasted lambs were ready. The skin on the surface of the lamb cracked with fine lines under the heat of the flames, and the caramel-colored fat dripped from the tip of the knife, sizzling as it fell into the fire. The air in the hall was filled with the aroma of cumin and lychee wood.

Almost everyone stared intently at the enormous piece of mutton that was being turned over in the sentry's hands.

One of the sentries, who was particularly skilled with a knife, borrowed a knife from Sangye and sliced ​​the mutton into pieces along the grain, placing them on a plate and serving them to everyone.

The sentries sat scattered on the ground, a few people per table, much like the division of labor at a banquet.

As soon as the mutton was served, they couldn't even wait to use their forks; they grabbed it with their hands, shouting "Hot! Hot! Hot!" but then, reluctant to leave it behind, they blew on it a few times before immediately popping it into their mouths.

In an instant, the cumin and pepper mixed with the tender and juicy lamb flooded my mouth, and I swallowed it without even chewing it a few times.

His companion scolded, "Look at you, you're in such a hurry, like you're about to be reborn."

But when it was his turn, his impatient manner wasn't much better.

Long before the sentries received their portions, the first plate of meat had already been served to Aso Ment. Although the sentries were generally easygoing, they still maintained basic social etiquette.

As for Lin Changli, they didn't need to fawn over him at all. He and Sang Ye occupied a large bonfire! Behind them was a makeshift kitchen filled with a dazzling array of ingredients.

Long before the sentries had finished roasting the mutton, he had already started "self-service," eating a piece of bread, tearing off a chicken leg, and then drinking a glass of milk.

He was so relaxed, as if he were the master of this place, and he truly was.

Asso Ment prefers fatty lamb belly, which is full of oil and has a chewy texture. She has an amazing appetite and can eat a whole leg of lamb by herself, and still not enough.

Although the lady next to her was old, Sofia had a good appetite. Sofia had taught herself how to make a simple sandwich: two slices of dough wrapped around cucumber and lamb, which was filling but not greasy.

Roast chicken is more tender than roast lamb, offering a completely different kind of deliciousness; especially when you lift the hind leg and tear off the whole piece that looks like a gun, the oil, heat, and aroma that instantly ooze out and rush to your face.

The sense of satisfaction is indescribable.

The Wu Huansheng couple sat not too far from Sangye. Mu An, having dealt with too many sentries, leaned on Wu Huansheng's shoulder, feeling exhausted, and was fed by Wu Huansheng bite by bite.

If Mu An were still an A-level guide, this number of sentries would be no problem; but now it has become a very difficult task for him.

The baby-faced young guide, named Xia Meilong, was an A-level guide. She was sitting with a group of sentries, sharing a meal; she seemed particularly close to one of the female sentries.

Almost all the guides who come to Black Tower Star have relatives here; this is an unspoken fact.

Except for Kuwano.

There's a saying that cooks can eat their fill while cooking, so at this moment, Sangye was just leaning against the kitchen counter, taking bites of rice balls here and there, absentmindedly looking at the door, waiting to see Rong Cheng's figure from there.

“She’s been sent to seize the mine.” Lin Changli suddenly blurted out, seemingly seeing through what Sang Ye was worried about. “The news that came back is that it was successful, and she’s on her way back.”

The implication was that Kuwano shouldn't worry.

Sangye was taken aback by what he said, then looked at the back of his head, where a strand of golden-red hair was truly eye-catching.

Sangye gave a genuine smile.

A steaming, sweet rice ball was handed to Lin Changli, who reached out and took it.

These are rice balls made with sweet glutinous rice. In addition to pork floss, they also contain cucumber, purple sweet potato, sweet corn, and a whole fried pork cutlet. Most importantly, they are topped with a layer of salad dressing.

The entire rice ball is incredibly high in calories and sweetness, making it suitable only for Lin Changli and not for the average person.

"I made this especially for you, it's so sweet." Sangye brought a plate of roasted sweet potatoes and sat down next to him. "These sweet potatoes aren't sweet enough, the variety isn't very good. I'll go find some better varieties later. There's a kind of sweet potato called honey sweet potato, if you roast it a little, the sugar will ooze out from the skin, and the whole grill will be sticky."

Sangye couldn't help but recall the taste of honey-sweet potatoes, sweet and delightful, as if filled with all the good things in life.

From an outsider's perspective, a pair of attractive people sitting in front of the simple kitchen are whispering to each other. The woman is smiling and has a plate of orange-yellow food on her lap; the man is listening attentively to her, holding a rice ball she just handed him.

They look like a perfect match.

"Why did Your Highness decide to come this time?" Sophia was one of those who noticed this scene, and she turned to ask Aso softly. The people in the base addressed Lin Changli in various ways, some calling him "Your Highness" and others "Marshal," but Lin Changli himself didn't seem to care. "This time, he didn't even object to the guide His Majesty sent."

Aso looked up in the same direction, then lowered his head, took a bite of his toast, and mumbled, "Who knows? Maybe he's changed his mind?"

Amidst the clamor of conversation, the fish and mutton soup was served.

A mental force far more domineering than roasted lamb or chicken quickly swept through the entire hall, like a drop of water falling into hot oil, rapidly causing a boiling sensation among the sentries.

Because Sangye used every ingredient in this soup: the broth was from the same batch used to make Yangchun noodles for the emperor; the fish swam in the spiritual mountain springs; the lamb was raised by his master in the Gobi Desert; and the seasonings grew within the cave...

The spiritual power contained within it is self-evident.

Add a sprinkle of pepper, and the soup will turn white and taste delicious.

Everyone gulped down their drinks until they were full, wishing they could have another bowl.

A bowl of soup was filled with mutton and a whole piece of fish maw. After drinking it, Sangye felt warm in his hands and feet and was extremely satisfied.

Just as I was dozing off, the mechanical sound of unlocking the base gate rang out, and several figures appeared outside, rushing in with the cold wind from the snow-capped mountains.

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