The night was crisp and cold.
With the arrival of winter, the forest had become much quieter.
Outside the Fluorite Cave, a campfire burned faintly, occasionally sparking with a few embers.
On a stone-built grill, a piece of thigh meat weighing over a dozen pounds was continuously dripping with oil and fat. The outer fat was slightly charred, emitting an enticing aroma, making one's mouth water uncontrollably.
Chen Shouyi slowly sliced the meat with the tip of his sword, sprinkling it with salt, cumin powder, and thirteen spices.
The Shell Lady squatted on Chen Shouyi's shoulder, sneezing several times because of the spices, and complained in a delicate voice, "Great Giant, your seasoning is so smelly!"
Smelly?
"Then move farther away!" Chen Shouyi snorted.
The Shell Lady looked at the pitch-black forest, instinctively grabbed onto Chen Shouyi's ear, her expression struggling for a moment before she seriously said, "It smells really good now!"
