The summer night's breeze was warm and humid. The three of them busied themselves around the grill, faces filled with anticipation and joy.
Lin Ning, the chef in charge of the barbecue, flipped and turned the skewers, controlling the fire and adding coal with seamless ease —it seemed nothing in the culinary world could stump this girl.
Standing next to her, Yan Yu held metal skewers, threading meat and vegetables. Although it was his first time, his deft hands worked so efficiently, he was on par with the veterans.
Behind them, Chen Lingyun sat elegantly sipping tea.
Around her, seven or eight Yin Ghosts were tasked with preparing ingredients, each performing their duties in an orderly fashion. Some were chopping, some marinating, others mixing, and one Yin Ghost kept a watchful eye on a ceramic pot over the fire, where tea simmered inside.
This wasn't a Necromancer, this was a slave owner.
