The sight of a group of children eating heartily earlier had already made the older Dwarves crave the food. Now that they were tasting it themselves, they praised it even more endlessly.
"This flavor is fiery hot, but it's so satisfying! The more I eat, the more I want!"
A Dwarf man's eyes were red from the spiciness, his hand wiping his nose as he sniffled continuously, but his mouth didn't stop skewering meat and putting it in. His wife, standing beside him with a look of disgust, slapped his hand soundly.
"Get away from the plate a bit, you look so dirty. Hey, beast child, how can you make these dried chilies taste even better than the meat? They're both fragrant and crispy!"
Women in this world seemed to have a naturally better tolerance for spicy food. This Dwarf woman even ignored the pieces of meat, focusing only on picking up the crispy fried dried chili pieces, crunching on them.
