After placing the chicken in the pot, Lu Mingming deftly piled mud on top of the chicken to form a small archway. The fire continued to burn, and the beggar's chicken became increasingly hot under the intense heat of the fire.
Gradually, the brownish-yellow soil turned grayish and hardened, and the surface became increasingly charred. The people around watched worriedly, fearing that the chicken inside would become burnt and bitter along with the scorching heat of the fire outside.
Hua Yu nudged Hua Xia's elbow with her own and asked doubtfully, "Do you think this stuff can taste good?"
Hua Xia hesitated for a moment, then replied uncertainly, "Unsure, maybe!"
Some viewers in the live stream expressed strong doubts about Lu Mingming's haphazard cooking skills and launched into a tirade of insults in the chat to express their opinions.
What's going on here? Will this even taste good?
I know there's an old saying, "A writer's talent has run dry," is that what Lu Mingming is going through now? She doesn't know what to do in the wild!
Please, can you at least keep reading? The stuff you're posting is really upsetting other people.
The interstellar people had never eaten beggar's chicken before, so they could only watch helplessly as the fire grew bigger and bigger.
The intense flames turned the earthen bed red-hot, and the rising steam struggled to escape its confinement, forming a grayish-white plume of smoke above the forest, which looked particularly noticeable.
Because of their excessive worry, everyone forgot about the thin plume of smoke rising from the sky. In an instant, the scouts from the four districts of east, west, south, and north all spotted the smoke and looked up with great curiosity.
What's that over there?
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