In fact, it had already become night when Ye Weiming and the others entered the instance dungeon. After a fierce battle, by the time they emerged again, it was nearly midnight.
At this hour, there was naturally nowhere to buy fresh ingredients.
Thus, Ye Weiming could only simplify the cooking process. He lit a bonfire not far outside Leifeng Pagoda, roasted a whole lamb, and served it with ready-made rice wine to treat his teammates to a meal.
Faced with Ye Weiming's obvious attempt to cut corners, Dao Mei, who had held boundless expectations and unwavering devotion toward lavish feasts, righteously declared:
"It smells amazing!"
It was worth mentioning that the lamb Ye Weiming roasted had been stolen by Dao Mei from a nearby farmer's home. Though "stolen" was not entirely accurate. According to her, when she led the lamb away, she had left enough silver at the sheep pen's entrance to buy ten sheep. She had paid for it!
The facts proved that Ye Weiming's teammates were not gluttons. Even with only one dish, everyone still ate with great enjoyment.
Of course, waste was shameful. So, the teammates did not leave behind any lamb. Aside from the inedible bones, even special parts like the treasured whip were thoroughly cleaned up by Old Niu.
Who knew what that fellow was trying to supplement, staring at that thing with green eyes?
Chinese drinking-table culture was all about chatting and communicating over a meal. As time passed, this culture had been preserved quite well.
No one could deny that.
If someone claimed they did not enjoy chatting and shooting the breeze while eating and drinking, there were only two possible reasons. Either the food on the table was not to their taste, or the people dining with them were not to their