Yan Huo Village? Just a High-Incidence Area for Intestinal Obstruction

"Look, look, look! Now this is what you call cooking! What the hell are those bastards in Yan Huo Village eating?!"

Staring at the food on the table, which burst with a fierce aroma, Cheng Tian offered heartfelt praise.

Since hunters were generally huge eaters, and people returned from missions at any hour of the day, Weapon and Palico Pavilion stayed open around the clock. The head chef and assistants were always busy preparing massive quantities of food in advance so that every hungry hunter could get the freshest meal possible the moment they returned.

Among them, enormous pan-fried dragon steaks and grilled dragon skewers were the most common sights on hunters' tables.

Everyone present had their own set-meal wooden tray before them, piled high with meat. Just looking at it made Cheng Tian feel as if a mouth ulcer was about to flare up.

The grilled sausages had burst their casings, sending juices flying. The upturned caps of the mushrooms were filled to the brim with mushroom broth. Potatoes the size of half a fist had been threaded onto iron skewers, and every crack in them had been stuffed with small chunks of butter that were already melting and dripping down.

The plump shrimp skewers had been grilled until lightly charred and gleaming with oil. Huge slabs of bacon, seared on an iron griddle to force out all their fat, had been drenched in a brown, savory sauce. An oversized loaf of bread sat beside the bacon, ready to be sliced with a knife or torn apart by hand.

Most eye-catching of all were the perfectly even-cut grilled dragon chops. Cheng Tian knew nothing about Maillard reactions or Quanjude reactions. He merely pressed lightly against one with the side of his dining knife, and delicious juices mixed with dragon