When the plump rabbit meat is bitten into, the fresh flavor seeps out, and the firm yet tender rabbit meat is smooth and chewy.
The fragrance of charcoal enters the soul.
The juices dripped down their fingertips and were licked clean by the diners.
They don't care about whether their eating manners are elegant; they only care about how to eat in a way that doesn't waste the delicious food.
The cartilage and joints were roasted until they smelled charred.
The diners ended up not even leaving the bones behind, which were crunchy and delicious.
The monsters tore at the rabbit meat with their sharp teeth, their manners rough and uncouth. The cultivators, on the other hand, didn't care at all, wiping the grease off their faces and focusing solely on their meal.
"Oh my god, this meat is so tender! It's so spicy and numbing, my tongue is practically burning!"
One of the disciples had tears in his eyes.
He held the rabbit meat with a devout expression.
"I like the honey flavor. It's sweet, even the bones are sweet, and it has a light fruity aroma. It's very refreshing and not cloying at all."
Female cultivators prefer lighter flavors.
As her tongue swept over the remaining sauce on her lips and she squinted to savor the taste, a spiced rabbit leg reached out from her side.
"Wife, I'm sorry, I made a mistake yesterday. This is my apology."
The male cultivator who was beaten up yesterday finally mustered up the courage to apologize.
This sincerity is worth a whole rabbit leg.
He'd figured it out: he wanted both the rabbit and the wife.
Since you can have both, why choose one?
"Please forgive me."
The male cultivator raised his hands in a gesture of surrender. He looked at the female cultivator with his puppy-dog eyes. The female cultivator blinked uncomfortably, gave a haughty snort, and then tore the rabbit leg in half.
In a relationship between an older woman and a younger man, it's perfectly normal for the older woman to dote on the younger man.
"You eat too."
She's not the type to eat alone.
"I was also wrong yesterday; I shouldn't have hit so hard."
The female cultivator bowed her head and apologized, a hint of shyness appearing on her beautiful face.
"It's okay, honey, it doesn't hurt. Next time, you can hit me a little harder."
The male cultivator quickly responded, wiping one hand clean, and then wrapped his arm around the female cultivator's waist, and the two began to act affectionately together.
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