On a weekend evening, beneath the crooked tree on the back hill. The charcoal burned brightly, and the grill was laden with lamb skewers, chicken wings, ribs, and corn. The scents of cumin and honey mingled in the night breeze, drifting across the entire back hill. Lu Menge stood before the grill, her white coat billowing in the wind. Her hands moved smoothly as she turned the skewers, and she sprinkled cumin with the precision of a soul skill.
Xie Xie squatted beside the charcoal fire, gnawing on a freshly grilled lamb skewer with tears of emotion in his eyes. He said this was life, this was the treatment Class Zero deserved. Zhang Yangzi picked up a grilled rib with his chopsticks and studied it for a long time, calmly analyzing Teacher Lu's heat curve for grilling meat, the timing of the cumin, the concentration of the honey water, and the functional relationship between grill height and charcoal temperature. Wang Jinxi silently gnawed on a chicken wing beside him. Finally unable to bear it any longer, he said, "If you don't eat it, I will." Zhang Yangzi promptly stuffed the rib into his mouth.
Wei Xiaofeng squatted on the other side of the grill, studying the distribution of the charcoal's heat with the seriousness of an actual combat class. Suddenly, he asked Lu Menge whether he could use Earth Spike to turn the skewers. Without looking back, Lu Menge said no. Last time, he had pierced a hole straight through the grill. If he did it again, tomorrow's wilderness survival training for Class Zero would become a hands-on grill repair lesson. Wei Xiaofeng quietly withdrew his hand.
Tang Wulin and Gu Yue sat side by side beneath the crooked tree. Gu Yue held up a grilled ear of corn, the