"I'll go look for some wild fruits." Evan jumped down from the carriage and dashed into the forest, quickly disappearing from everyone's sight. He clearly didn't want to eat Meg's food either. That glance just now had made his heart palpitate inexplicably, and he subconsciously wanted to distance himself from Meg.
Meg naturally didn't have any objections to this. He didn't want to cook for them in the first place, so this was just what he wanted.
After draining the bison's blood, Meg suddenly thought of something. He turned to Sam and said, "Brother Sam, you're familiar with this area. Can you get me a bamboo stick? I want to cut it into skewers and use it for roast beef kebabs."
"That's easy. I'll get it for you right away." Sam nodded and turned to climb up the mountain.
"Roast beef kebabs? Brother Meg, beef should be eaten in large mouthfuls. Won't it be too stingy if you make it into kebabs? "Dennis asked with a hint of worry in his voice.
"If one kebab isn't enough, then I'll eat a few more. Such a large bison will definitely be enough to eat." Meg said with a smile. The bull-slaughtering knife in his hand nimbly dissected the bison. The knife slid through the meat without touching the bones at all. His movements were smooth and pleasing to the eye.
"What a powerful knife skill. Without years of hard work, it would be impossible to master such a knife skill, right?" Chiwil couldn't help but praise Meg in his heart as he watched Meg's skillful movements. She was also a little entranced by Meg's focused expression. She seemed to see the shadow of someone in him, and it constantly stirred up memories in the depths of her heart.
The surrounding mercenaries also had expressions of admiration on their faces. In terms of strength, Meg might not be as good as them, but his exquisite and skillful knife skills were truly skillful. His control of the knife was just too strong.
"Father, can Meg also eat a lot of kebabs?" Amy looked up at Meg expectantly and asked.
"Yes, of course, Amy can eat as much as she wants." Meg looked at Amy dotingly and nodded.
After processing the beef, Meg estimated everyone's appetite. In addition to the beef, he also cut off two large pieces of beef tenderloin and washed them with the mountain spring water. Then, he began to take out all kinds of spices and condiments from his backpack. He even brought out a folding grill.
Meg had bargained with the system to buy it while he was on the road. Barbecuing in the wild could be done with local ingredients, but the grill had to be carefully chosen. Otherwise, the smoke and fire, as well as the uncontrollable temperature, would greatly affect the quality of the barbecued meat.
"Mr. Mag, all of the other mercenaries don't have to pack too much when they're out on missions, and they're only carrying life-saving items with them. But you … you're carrying an entire kitchen with you." Dennis couldn't help but grumble as he looked at Mag's pile of items with a peculiar expression.
"I'm taking care of a child, so of course I have to prepare more things." Meg opened the kettle and poured a glass of water for Amy. He then poured some spring water for Ugly Duckling to drink, and began to marinate the beef in a large paper bag.
"Little Brother Meg is really a good father. My little boy is about the same age as this little girl, and he wants to go to the wild with me every day, but I've never taken him out even once." Scott gave Meg a thumbs-up with an emotional expression.
"When he grows up, he'll know that you're a good father, Brother Scott." Meg stopped what he was doing and looked up at Scott with a smile. After all, not everyone's child was a 4th-tier magic caster. Taking him to the wild would be like taking him to hell.
"Let's hope so." A smile also appeared on Scott's face.
Meg began to prepare the roast beef step by step, while the mercenaries sat on the ground and chatted with one another as they looked on in surprise at Meg preparing the roast meat in a way that they had never seen before. The process was so complicated that even these mercenaries, who usually relied on dry rations, couldn't help but feel a little confused.
After all, when they roasted their own meat, they would just brush some oil on it and put it directly over the fire. They would sprinkle some salt on it when it was about to be cooked. The taste was up to fate. Sometimes it tasted good, and sometimes it would accidentally burn. However, taste wasn't the most important thing to them. In the wild, safety and efficiency were the most important things.
If they had to eat like Meg every single time, then they wouldn't have any time to do missions. However, it was rare for them to be able to enjoy food cooked by a professional chef in the wild, so they were all looking forward to it.
Sam quickly returned with a large green bamboo stick. At Mag's request, the bamboo stick was sliced into many skewers, upon which marinated beef and Purple Golden Mink meat were skewered. The wood was then burned into charcoal, and all of the skewers were placed into an oven constructed from stone before being roasted on a rack.
All of the mercenaries fell silent as they stared intently at Meg. Watching him cook was like watching a spectacular performance, and every step of his cooking was very pleasing to the eye. Even though they couldn't understand why a simple roast meat had to be divided into so many steps, they couldn't help but look forward to seeing just how delicious such an intricate roast beef kebab would be.
"The kebab definitely won't taste good if it's all fancy and fancy." Eva looked at Mag's departing figure as she took a bite of the coarse grain biscuit in her hand. She then gulped down a large mouthful of water before swallowing the dry and hard biscuit as she thought to herself with certainty.
Evan flew back with a few oranges in his hand before landing back onto the horse-drawn carriage. He handed two oranges to Eva with a smile, and said, "Have some, Eva. These are freshly picked oranges."
"Thank you, Master Evan." Eva accepted the oranges with an elated expression before carefully cradling them in front of her chest as if she had received something extremely precious.
"You're welcome." A hint of disgust flashed through Evan's eyes, but he still maintained a smile on his face. His brows furrowed slightly at the sight of Meg being surrounded by all of the mercenaries. His gaze then fell upon the expectant Chiwil, and the veins on his forehead bulged as he slowly clenched his fists.
Now that everything was ready, Meg reached out to test the temperature before grabbing a handful of kebabs and placing them onto the grill.
A sizzling sound rang out as the kebabs were placed onto the hot grill. The fiery red charcoal provided the roaring heat, and the snowflake-like fatty meat on the surface of the kebabs quickly changed color. The snowflakes became translucent, and the oil sizzled out. A faint aroma of beef began to waft through the air, and it was becoming more and more intense.
The mercenaries' eyes gradually lit up, and they couldn't help but take a few deep breaths.
Meg skillfully flipped over the kebabs on the grill, and when the kebabs were about seventy percent done, he picked up a brush and brushed a layer of sauce onto the surface of the kebabs.
This sauce was like a catalyst bomb, and it instantly caused the already rich aroma of the kebabs to explode. The aroma of the kebabs was mixed with the aroma of spices, and it spread out in all directions.
"It smells so good!" Dennis looked at the kebabs on the grill with an incredulous expression.
"What an alluring aroma. Is this really the aroma of kebabs?" Chiwil took a deep breath, and an intoxicated expression appeared on his face.
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