Chapter 961
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Within the stone room, Mu Rongyin's clear eyes stared at the pile of white tendons in Long Bufan's hands. She could not help but ask curiously: "What are you going to do with the white tendons?"
Hearing Mu Rongyin's question, Long Bufan could guess that she had never cooked before. Soon after, the corners of his mouth curled into a faint smile as he explained: "Because the lightning rabbit is constantly tempered by the power of lightning, its meat is extremely tender. However, there is one downside, which is that there are too many tendons mixed in. If the tendons are not removed, it will affect the texture. Therefore, I am removing these white tendons now."
As Long Bufan explained, he did not stop working. He neatly placed the dismembered rabbit meat on an exquisite metal plate. This plate was taken out from his storage bag. For someone like Long Bufan who loved to enjoy life, it could be said that he had everything in his storage bag.
Seeing that the fire was almost ready, Long Bufan placed the metal plate on the barbeque rack and began to seriously roast the meat. His movements were skillful, just like a chef.
Seeing this, Mu Rongyin's expression became increasingly strange. If she had not previously seen Long Bufan's strength, she might have really thought that he was just a chef.
Unknowingly, Mu Rongrong was filled with curiosity towards Long Bufan. What exactly had this youth experienced in the past?
Moments later, the rabbit meat on the barbeque rack had already gradually turned golden. Droplets of fat were roasted out by the flames, emitting hot steam as they dripped into the fire, instantly emitting a sizzling sound.
As for the bones and white tendons, Long Bufan did not let them go to waste. He took out a ceramic stew pot from his storage bag and poured them all into the pot, cooking a delicious stew.
The fragrant barbeque meat and the bubbling thick soup greatly increased one's appetite.
Very quickly, this small stone room was filled with a rich fragrance. Even Mu Rongyin, who usually ate many delicacies, could not help but twitch her index finger when she smelled this fragrance, as she secretly swallowed her saliva.
Seeing that Long Bufan was still fiddling with the meat, Mu Rongyin was even somewhat impatient. Of course, she carefully concealed her desire to go up and eat, her expression still revealing that kind of tranquil and calm.
"It's finally almost done."
Long Bufan laughed softly, then took out a pile of bottles and jars from his storage bag. Mu Rongyin curiously looked over and realised that it was actually bottles and jars containing salt and various spices.
Mu Rongyin watched Long Bufan skillfully pinch all kinds of salt and seasonings and sprinkle them on the barbecue. He sprinkled some on the barbecue, some on the little, some on the little. He had a very good sense of propriety.
She did not know what was going on with these bottles and jars of spices.............
She had never seen any genius disciple from any sect bring along bottles of spices when they came to participate in the Hundred Sect Competition. Everyone would be eager to bring along some healing pills or other things that would aid in cultivation.
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