"Mmm—so good, so good~"
"Hiss... hot, hot, hot~"
"Ah! This one tastes amazing too!"
"Irene, try this one~"
In the second-floor living room, several plates of grilled meat sat on the dining table.
Mia had utterly abandoned any pretense of ladylike behavior, holding a skewer of grilled meat in each hand, her little mouth smeared with grease.
Irene remained as poised as ever. She held a skewer in one hand and ate in small bites, while keeping her other hand beneath her chin to catch any shreds of meat that accidentally fell. Every movement was elegant.
Half an hour earlier.
"Huh? Grilled meat? What's so tasty about that? It's just a huge chunk of meat sprinkled with salt. Such a hassle to eat."
Ten minutes earlier, Nora had brought over the grilled meat from next door.
"Wow! It smells so good!"
"Huh? Is this skewer-by-skewer stuff grilled meat?"
Now.
Ron looked at the wooden skewers slowly piling up on the table and could not help smiling.
Clearly, barbecue and hotpot were both irresistible delicacies to people from this other world.
"What should I do? Whenever I think about having to go back after the ceremonial rite ends, and never being able to eat food this delicious again, I feel like I'm going to die!" Mia said with a fake sob as she ate.
"I'll write down the seasoning recipes for you. Once you're back, have the royal chefs give them a try. The taste won't be any worse." Ron knew full well that Mia and the others had fallen in love with barbecue and hotpot not only because the style of food was novel, but mainly because of the rich variety of seasonings.
"Okay, okay! Thank you, Brother Ron!" Mia nodded happily.
Partway through, Irene got up to use the