Eating, Sleeping, Fighting the Alien Race

As time passed, the fragrance of roasting meat spread layer upon layer.

Fat dripped down the golden-brown skin, drop by drop into the fire, sizzling as tiny flames leaped up and drew out an even more tantalizing charred aroma.

The group gathered around the fire, their throats bobbing constantly, their eyes practically popping out.

Before Qin Wangchuan could say anything, Chu Wujiu, who had long been unable to hold himself back, tore off a piece and stuffed it into his mouth first.

After only two chews, his eyes flew wide open. He pointed at the rack of meat, unable to squeeze out a complete sentence for a long while.

"Holy shit, this, this—!"

Seeing that he could not even speak properly, the others did not question him. Each took the portion Qin Wangchuan handed over and bit down.

Juice burst forth.

The rich fragrance of meat filled their mouths.

Delicious!

Even Mo Yan, who had been shrinking into the background and helping with odd jobs, accepted a piece in flattered surprise and took a bite. He, too, stared blankly with wide eyes.

"This meat... truly tastes excellent."

He could not help asking, "What kind of meat is this?"

"Flame-Patterned Ox." Qin Wangchuan turned the meat over the fire. "Its marbling is fine and dense, and the fat is evenly distributed, so it stays juicy when roasted."

Yun Zexuan chewed slowly, then suddenly paused, looking thoughtful.

"Flame-Patterned Ox is fire-aspected. Not only is it difficult to roast, but even when roasted, it does not taste good."

"How did you manage it?"

"The secret is to poke fine holes into the meat beforehand, along with a specially made sauce," Qin Wangchuan said. "Ye Jianwei figured it out. She likes tinkering with this sort of thing."

"No wonder."

"Compared to that stuff you