The bonfire in the courtyard was still blazing fiercely. Shan lay draped over Ganke's shoulder, directing him to keep turning the honey-oil-dripping meat roasting over the flames.
Before long, a rich aroma of meat wafted through the air.
Shan took a few sniffs. Once she was sure it was done, she handed the roast to Angel with a bashful look. "This is for you."
Seeing Angel accept it, Shan smiled in satisfaction. But when she turned around, she found Alan, the chubby boy sitting opposite Angel, staring blankly at the roast in Angel's hands.
After hesitating, Shan unhappily took a bone-in piece of roast from the grill and handed it to Alan. "Don't covet what's in someone else's mouth... Since you're Angel's friend, you can have this roast."
Alan hesitated for a moment before taking the meat from Shan. After wavering for quite a while, he finally bit into it.
The moment he took a bite, Alan's face twisted with disgust. Though he did not spit it out, he struggled to swallow it down.
Shan narrowed her eyes and said coldly, "What? Is it not good?"
Alan nodded instinctively. "It tastes terrible."
This was probably the first bad review Shan had ever received. Her eyes widened round as saucers, and she pointed at Alan for a long while without managing to say a single word.
Leon helped Shan salvage a little of her dignity. He took the roast from Ganke and bit into it. "The flavor is as wonderful as ever. What's not good about it?"
Alan probably realized that he had said the wrong thing, but it was too late to make amends. Looking around, he saw that everyone except Angel was glaring at him. After thinking for a moment, Alan decided to smash the jar and spill the