Wu Wa, who never shied away from stirring up trouble, ran over with BBQ skewers in hand, munching as she spoke.
"These are skewers Moh Li brought over, said he brought them specially for us, but you weren't here. He went out to look for you, and by the time he came back, he was like this; these lamb skewers are really tasty, Ah Zhi, come and eat."
Bai Zhi's eyes cooled, and it'd be a crime against her stomach not to eat skewers, so she hurried over to start eating.
There was quite a lot, a whole box that probably contained over a hundred skewers.
How many did she roast? Plus other veggie and meat skewers, there were like two to three hundred in total.
And they weren't those tiny skewers either; by Bai Zhi's terms, these weren't skewers but chunks of meat the size of mahjong tiles.
They didn't skimp on quality, and the taste was incredible.
A single bite, oily and especially tender, was incredibly fragrant; the flavor was truly to die for.
