The next morning, daylight was bright.
Ye Zi'e hadn't opened her eyes yet, but she already smelled a rich aroma wafting into the room through the window cracks.
Struggling to sit up, she stretched lazily.
After the Empress left last night, Ye Zi'e remained anxious and tossed and turned, fearing a bloody incident next door, until she finally drifted off in a daze as dawn broke.
"What's that smell, so fragrant..."
Ye Zi'e got up and dressed, then pushed open the door and stepped out of her room.
Upon reaching the deck, she saw Chen Mo sitting on a folding stool with a charcoal grill in front of him, emitting wisps of smoke, and a row of skewered meats on bamboo sticks above it.
Under the heat of the grill, the surface of the meat skewers turned slightly charred, with drops of fat occasionally falling.
The aroma of meat, spices, and the fruity scent of charcoal mixed together, making one's mouth water just from the smell.
