Compared with Marshal Adolf, who had been so troubled by this affair that he could barely eat or sleep, the centaurs who had all relocated to the Great Zhou camp had become even more lively.
Lex and the others directly brought all their prepared ingredients to the Great Zhou camp.
The Great Zhou side had also prepared dipping sauce for Lex and the others long ago.
"Watch closely."
At the long dining table inside the camp, Yoseph flourished as he lifted one of the bowls of dipping sauce.
"Soul Juice, pour it on~"
With his strange, exaggerated intonation, he poured the dipping sauce, which had just been drenched in hot oil, straight onto the meat.
The hot oil had yet to cool. The aroma it released as it seared the sauce immediately spread throughout the camp, constantly stimulating the nostrils of every centaur present and making their mouths water.
At that moment, let alone the group of centaurs led by Lex—even the centaurs including Diak and Yoseph could not help swallowing.
In truth, it had been a long time since they had tasted this.
After all, from the perspective of military discipline, the Cookhouse Squad normally could not prepare something like this for them as a special treat.
As soon as the Soul Juice was poured on, Yoseph could no longer hold himself back, but Diak stopped him with a glance before smiling and raising a hand toward Lex and the others.
"Please, everyone. I don't know whether it will suit your tastes."
The centaurs had already tasted what chili powder was like, so this time they did not hesitate for even a second. They all reached out, and in the blink of an eye, they had cleared all the meat from the table.
After taking a bite, their eyes