Advanced Technological Craftsmanship-Enhanced Delicious Barbecue

"Rebellious disciple, what are you looking at?" Nuwa straightened up and suddenly asked.

The icy voice snapped Liu Feng back to reality.

He awkwardly averted his gaze toward the roast meat. "N-nothing, Master. Would you like to try your disciple's cooking?"

Nuwa had originally intended to refuse, but seeing the golden-brown roast and catching its mouthwatering aroma, a urge to taste the food stirred within her.

Yet her words remained prideful: "Since that's the case, I shall sample your craftsmanship. Afterward, you will return with me to cultivate properly, and I will share my insights with you.

Remember this—you must devote yourself wholeheartedly to cultivation, with no trace of slack. Understood?"

"Got it! Your disciple will definitely cultivate diligently!"

As Liu Feng finished speaking, he seemed to notice another figure appear before him—a man. He quickly realized that the only man who could be here, besides himself, was likely his master's elder brother, Fuxi.

"Disciple, this is my elder brother, Fuxi. You shall address him as Martial Uncle," Nuwa said, seeing Liu Feng's gaze settle on Fuxi, and introduced him.

"Disciple Liu Feng pays respects to Martial Uncle."

"Mm, no need for such formality. If you ever have questions about cultivation, feel free to come and ask," Fuxi said warmly.

One could say he had tentatively accepted Liu Feng. Liu Feng's low strength didn't matter—what mattered were the countless secrets he carried. Not just the earlier Drilling Wood for Fire, but also the various unfamiliar items Liu Feng was sprinkling onto the roast meat as seasoning, which piqued Fuxi's boundless curiosity.

He was certain these things weren't from the Primordial World. They held not a trace of spiritual energy. In the Primordial World, even a stone contained spiritual energy, yet Fuxi sensed none from these bottles and jars—wasn't that strange?

Moreover, the characters on those vessels were odd, giving him a sense of both familiarity and strangeness.

The key was that he couldn't recognize them. In the Primordial World, there were no written characters—only Heavenly Dao secret scripts. Methods of cultivation relied either on Heavenly Dao Inheritance Memories or on discussing and preaching the Dao; they couldn't be recorded.

For this reason, Fuxi found this Nephew Disciple fascinating and naturally paid him extra attention.

"Thank you, Martial Uncle!"

"Martial Uncle, please join me in tasting your disciple's cooking!" Liu Feng invited.

"Very well!"

Nuwa and Fuxi sat down by the fire.

Liu Feng sprinkled the seasonings once more, evenly coating the roast meat. Instantly, a rich, intense fragrance spread, filling the entire space.

Even the ever-composed Nuwa was stirred, a hint of surprise flickering across her exquisite face.

Fuxi was the same, eyeing Liu Feng with a peculiar expression.

Since their birth, through countless ages, they had never smelled such an enticing aroma.

Or perhaps they had never thought to—after all, in those bygone eras, cultivation was all they did; everything else was beyond consideration.

Now, the two watched Liu Feng with keen interest as he prepared the food, musing inwardly: Who would have thought Liu Feng possessed such skill! Perhaps those unknown items also played a part.

They wondered what food that smelled so wonderful would taste like.

Liu Feng, of course, had no idea what they were thinking. He calmly continued evenly spreading the seasonings over the roast. As time passed, the meat sizzled over the fire, its surface darkening and growing more appetizing, while emitting a drool-inducing aroma.

After about another quarter of an hour, the roast was crispy on the outside and tender within. Liu Feng suddenly pressed his fingers together like a sword and swiftly moved them through the air.

In an instant, the intact roast was precisely divided into evenly sized pieces, which drifted down and landed steadily on prepared pieces of emerald-green Lotus Leaf.

"Master, Martial Uncle, please taste."

Liu Feng handed the Lotus Leaf-wrapped roast to Nuwa and Fuxi.

The leaves parted slightly, revealing the golden-brown, tender meat. Wisps of steam rose, accompanied by an irresistible aroma.

Nuwa smiled faintly, without a moment's hesitation. She elegantly extended her jade-white, onion-like fingers, gently picked up a piece of roast, and brought it to her lips.

In that instant, the rich fragrance filled her entire mouth, as if countless exquisite flavors danced and bloomed on her tongue.

This unprecedented taste experience felt utterly novel to her, even causing her ever-calm Dao heart to tremble slightly.

Despite this, her expression remained composed as she spoke: "Mm, the flavor is indeed good. You should eat too."

Her words seemed plain, but only she knew the joy stirring deep within her heart.

Fuxi, sitting nearby, couldn't resist picking up a piece of roast and chewing it slowly.

After a moment, his eyes lit up, and he praised Liu Feng without restraint: "Nephew Disciple, I never imagined you possessed such remarkable skill. Truly an eye-opener. To taste such a delicacy today is a great fortune."

With that, he picked up another piece and ate.

Hearing the praise from Nuwa and Fuxi, a smile spread across Liu Feng's face. "Thank you, Master and Martial Uncle, for your kind words."

But inwardly, he was immensely smug. Of course—with the Advanced Technological Craftsmanship seasonings of later generations, how could it not taste good? Not to mention the Spirit Rabbit, naturally pure and unpolluted, which further stimulated the palate. Even Primordial Gods—weren't they conquered?

After a while, Liu Feng sat cross-legged, joining Nuwa and Fuxi around the campfire, savoring the feast.

The moment the food touched his lips, Liu Feng nearly teared up.

After so many years, he was finally eating the roast he had longed for. Truly rare.

Especially the flavor—the Spirit Rabbit itself, enhanced by all these technological seasonings, created an unparalleled taste.

Because it was a Spirit Rabbit, the roast was even more delicious, brimming with spiritual energy. Its flavor lingered, unforgettable.

The three silently enjoyed the taste of the roast.

For a moment, the surroundings fell silent, broken only by the occasional faint crackle of burning firewood and the sounds of the three chewing their food.

In this tranquil and peaceful atmosphere, they sat quietly, savoring the roasted meat in their hands while soaking in the stillness around them—truly a moment of pure contentment.

Nuwa and Fuxi were relishing the taste for the first time, savoring every bite, while Liu Feng found himself lost in the long-missed flavor of the roast, a taste he hadn't experienced in ages.

The principle of not speaking while eating or sleeping was carried to its fullest by the three of them.

Liu Feng felt this was for the best. If his master and Martial Uncle asked too many questions, he'd have to think of ways to brush them off. After all, these seasonings came from another world—he really had no idea how to explain that.

Since they weren't asking, it saved him the trouble, and he was happy to let things be.

This meal of roasted meat lasted a full Shi Chen before it finally came to an end.

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