Roasted for a while.
The gazelle leg was steaming, tempting the hunger in Chen Wen's belly.
"This thing smells meaty, not bad at all!"
He tore open the gazelle leg, revealing the tender, white flesh.
Took a bite.
Chen Wen's expression remained calm.
"Not bad."
Lin Jiawei immediately judged that the gazelle leg was quite ordinary!
At this moment, the guide who was packing up to return interrupted, "A gazelle leg without any seasoning tastes awful!"
"And the roasted one will be very dry, very tough!"
Hearing this, Lin Jiawei looked at the guide curiously, "Have you tasted it?"
As soon as he asked that question, Lin Jiawei realized he had asked wrongly.
Local people definitely have eaten it.
The guide nodded with a smile and said, "And our cooking method was learned from you Hua Country people."
Us?
Lin Jiawei was taken aback.
