Now that everyone had eaten and drunk their fill, they still gathered around the stone pot, drooling as they watched the Ao Hen meat being dry-fried inside.
Earlier, the Ao Hen meat everyone ate had been stewed. Not only could they eat the meat, but they could also drink the broth.
But if they wanted to turn the remaining Ao Hen meat into portable jerky, they had to cut it into strips, coat it with seasonings, and dry it over heat. That would keep it from spoiling for a longer time and make it more convenient to eat.
However, there was no oven now, so after preparing the seasonings, they could only toss the meat into the stone pot and dry-fry it, slowly rendering out the moisture. That could achieve an effect similar to roasted jerky.
As it fried, the aroma of the meat drifted through the air, making many Martial Artists want to reach directly into the pot and snatch the jerky for themselves.
Anything that could increase one's strength was a treasure. So long as it did not kill them, they would eat themselves to death on it. Ao Hen meat was not only delicious, but it could also improve their strength. How could everyone not covet it?
Although the stronger one was, the weaker the effects of Ao Hen meat became, there was still something to gain. Especially for the Houtian Martial Artists—the weaker they were, the more they wanted to eat.
But no matter how badly they wanted it, there was nothing they could do. The finished jerky would ultimately be divided per person, with everyone receiving a little. Once it was in their hands, they could eat it however they wanted. For now, they could only stare longingly.
Qian Ying led everyone on a round