The sight was enough to move Jiang Yao, March 7th, and Stelle.
Even Welt was so moved he nearly cried.
Tears shamelessly streamed from the corners of his mouth.
Bro-no, sis, you smell amazing!
Barbecue was a delicacy that could touch the soul.
And with Jiang Yao lavishing it with what the Xianzhou natives considered outrageously extravagant seasonings, it could only reach greater heights.
Blazing flames enveloped the Shataan Bird, making it look as sacred and inviolable as a phoenix reborn in fire.
Little did they know.
The Shataan Bird had long since been pumped full.
Every inch of its skin had been worked over with techniques both gentle and rough.
This made the skin and flesh fit together perfectly under the intense heat.
The fat hidden inside sizzled, releasing wisps of pale mist.
It was as enticing as a lotus emerging from the water.
The bargain-bin Wheat Ear Tea soaking its insides also grew more active under the heat, permeating and bathing every part.
That ensured it smelled delicious from head to toe.
Not a trace of unpleasant odor remained.
And that meant March 7th's earlier freezing deserved a mention.
The once-loose skin had tightened in the cold.
It had locked the essence inside the cells.
Then, when the fiery assault from outside arrived.
It was like dry tinder meeting a raging flame, bursting through every barrier and spreading everywhere, allowing every bit of flesh to share in the bounty.
An intense aroma erupted.
Even more ingenious was this.
The duet of ice and fire.
Through thermal expansion and contraction, the seasonings wrapped inside the Shataan Bird kept seeping deeper.
They blended with its natural aroma.
After repeated cycles, they spread outward once the heat finally won.
And because the blend was so perfectly balanced.
Neither flavor overwhelmed the