Alistar's eyes shone, and his voice boomed.
"Yes!"
He turned and waved at several warriors who had returned with him.
"You lot, come here! One jar each. Sprinkle it on all the roast meat and soup!"
He himself cradled a transparent plastic jar in both hands and strode toward an enormous roasting rack.
Hogg, the Bearman warrior in charge of roasting, was turning a wild boar. Looking at the jar of yellowish-brown powder in Alistar's hands, he asked curiously:
"Oh, Alistar, what have you got there? Are you trying to make us eat dirt?"
"Dirt?"
Alistar grinned broadly.
"No, no, old Hogg. This is magical seasoning from Great Xia. In a moment, your drool will flow like that stream!"
Clearly, Hogg the Bearman did not believe him at all. What kind of dirt could have such magic?
Curious, he leaned over and sniffed the mouth of the jar.
A strange, pungent scent unlike anything he had ever smelled rushed into his nose.
"Achoo!"
Hogg let out an earth-shaking sneeze, sending sparks flying beside him.
He rubbed his itchy nose, his face full of doubt, but still let Alistar unscrew the lid and grab a large handful of powder.
Alistar struck a sacred pose, raising his arm high as he had seen the Great Xia soldiers do and letting the powder trickle from his hand.
The yellowish-brown powder ran down his arm and fell onto the sizzling, grease-dripping roast.
He had also asked the Great Xia people why they sprinkled it this way.
The Great Xia people had roared with laughter and said this was the essential ritual of sprinkling seasoning.
Well, although he found it rather strange, he could not go wrong following their example!
Heaven knew what nonsense he had learned from those Great Xia soldiers.
"Sssizzle-"
The powder