The flames were rekindled.
The warm firelight shone on their faces.
The sickly young man took out a few more slices of meat.
He drew his sword and quickly twirled it a few times.
The meat slices were cut into several thin slices.
"Excellent swordsmanship!"
Ye Li couldn't help but praise.
Now he is certainly capable of doing that as well.
However, cutting these slices of meat into the same size and thickness is not easy.
"This guy is truly a master with a knife."
Ye Li observed silently.
The sickly young man had already skewered the meat slices.
Roast it over a fire.
An enticing aroma filled the air.
The sickly young man had a very precise control over the heat, constantly turning the meat slices to ensure they were heated evenly.
Then, he took out some bottles and jars from his spatial ring.
Ye Li glanced at it curiously.
It contains salt.
cumin.
Chili powder.
Barbecue seasoning.
It's very comprehensive.
The sickly young man waited until the meat was almost cooked.
Sprinkle these materials one by one.
Instantly, a rich aroma wafted from the slices of meat.
"Brother, how well-done do you like your food?" The sickly young man suddenly turned around and asked with a smile.
"Fully cooked," Ye Li said.
Upon hearing this, the sickly young man's lips curled up slightly, revealing a mocking smile: "I thought that since you're so amazing, brother, you must have something special about food. I didn't expect you to be just like those ordinary people."
Ye Li said, "Actually, I'm just an ordinary person."
His voice was calm and natural, as if it were just a simple statement, without the slightest hint of humility or inferiority.
The sickly young man glanced at Ye Li and picked up a piece of meat.
Although a layer of seasoning was spread on top.
However, it is clearly not fully baked yet.
You can still faintly see some blood vessels.
This half-baked state might be difficult for most people to accept.
But it seems to have a unique appeal to sick young people.
"The aroma of the seasonings, combined with the raw fragrance of the meat, is the perfect blend that makes it a delicacy."
As the sickly young man spoke, he brought the piece of meat to his mouth and took a small bite.
His movements were elegant and skillful, as if he were savoring a meticulously crafted work of art, and he was a seasoned connoisseur.
As the meat was bitten into, a rich aroma immediately filled the air.
The sickly young man closed his eyes, savoring the unique flavor, a satisfied expression on his face.
After a while, he slowly opened his eyes and exclaimed, "Mmm, delicious!"
Looking at the sickly young man's blissful expression, Ye Li couldn't help but recall a food-related program he had seen on TV before.
Those so-called food critics always use professional terminology and a critical eye to evaluate various foods, making people feel that their requirements for food are almost harsh.
While the sickly young man at this moment may not have many fancy words, his love and focus on food are obvious.
"Medium-rare, want to try some?" The sickly young man handed the slices of meat to Ye Li.
"No, to each their own. I still prefer well-done grilled meat," Ye Li replied with a smile.
"What a pity."
The sickly young man was clearly disappointed and sighed.
He finished the slices of meat in his hand in no time.
There was a lot of condiment on the corners of his mouth.
The sickly young man raised his hand, casually wiped it with his sleeve, and continued to focus on grilling the meat.
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