"This isn't important!" the Leader waved his hand grandly. "We trust your cooking, Dian Dian! Don't forget, we have a secret weapon!"
"A secret weapon, meow?" Dian Dian was stunned.
"Exactly." The Leader wore a crafty smile. "The Beastmen of the New World have probably never tasted Old World flavors, right?"
"You mean—got it, meow!" Dian Dian suddenly understood. He hurriedly said, "Then hand over all the seasonings you brought, meow!"
Whenever hunters went out on a hunt, they usually had to spend several months in the wilderness. To make life a little more comfortable, they would bring enough seasonings with them, and this time was no exception.
Under the Grimalkynes' curious gazes, several hunters pulled a few packages of varying sizes from their backpacks and handed them to Shanshan.
"Is this all, meow?" Dian Dian said, disappointed, after weighing the seasonings.
"Not enough?" The Leader blinked. "This should last us a long time, shouldn't it?"
They had been escorted to the open-air kitchen. The Grimalkyne cooks nearby, who were working up a storm, were surprised and a little frightened by their arrival. But after Shanshan explained things to them, they went back to their tasks, occasionally sizing up the strange-looking newcomers from the corners of their eyes.
"For Glavenus, I'm afraid it won't be enough." Kaluo was clever. Pointing at several Grimalkyne cooks who were busy roasting meat, he said, "Look."
The roasted meat was barely recognizable as meat anymore. It had been coated in enough seasoning to kill any human, and just looking at it made the hunters' mouths go dry.
Even so, the Grimalkyne cooks still didn't think it was enough. They kept adding more seasoning to the meat—this was the valuable lesson they'd learned at the last Great Appetite Festival: make the flavor as strong as