He only trusts Mo Shangjun's cooking skills.
Even with Tang Shi's dexterity, he's not too assured.
Without any refusal, Mo Shangjun took the wild rabbit and headed straight to the open space.
Yan Gui cheerfully followed along.
There was still an hour until lights out, and Mo Shangjun sat by the bonfire grilling the wild rabbit for them, and soon the aroma began to waft.
It's strange. When others are grilling this rabbit, it quickly gets burnt with uneven results—some parts burnt and others undercooked—but in Mo Shangjun's hands, just a simple occasional turn, and it's bursting with aroma, the outer layer delicate and tender, with the meat's outermost layer turning a light yellow color, occasionally sizzling, emanating the scent of meat juices being roasted.
Yan Gui was in charge of the bonfire, keeping it low and using charcoal to roast, leaving Mo Shangjun without concerns.
Their coordination couldn't be more perfect.
