"What's in these little jars? How can adding them make it smell so good?"
"How can the skewer holding the meat move on its own?"
...
The Tiger Clan Beastmen watched Mu Ying who was sitting calmly to one side, holding a red Wooden Stick, like cats with an insatiable curiosity.
The Little Beastmen were even more lively, already gathered around Mu Ying, one moment watching her, the next eyeing the irresistibly delicious roasted meat, just waiting for Mu Ying's signal to pounce and feast.
Mu Ying waved her Magic Wand and made the salt jar float over, looking at the little ones with suspicious liquid hanging from their mouths, "This is salt, want to try it?"
The Little Beastmen nodded frantically, mouths agape.
The Big Beastmen, too proud to join, could only watch the Little Beastmen tasting the salt and drooled with envy!
Mu Ying sprinkled a few grains of salt into each of the Little Beastmen's mouths.
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