Chapter 523: Not Even Pigs Will Eat It

Wu Yue, upon smelling that overbearing fragrance, knew the Dongsang Tribe Chief had brought out his precious seasoning to entertain the Huo Teng Tribe's people, showing how much he valued them.

Pieces of roasted meat wrapped in large leaves were placed on the ground before the herbal shaman and all the Beastman Warriors, and even a piece of sizzling, oily roasted meat was set before Wu Yue.

Cumin and spicy flavor kept drilling into her nose, and Wu Yue unconsciously began to salivate.

She couldn't help but smile at Awa standing beside the Dongsang Tribe Chief: "You're a clever female, able to make such tasty roasted meat so quickly."

Having received her praise, Awa looked quite excited, a flush appearing on his honest face as he couldn't help laughing, showing his big white teeth: "Hehe~"

"Nu Yue~ then the roasted meat four Nu called for them?"

The little old man, who was enjoying the delicious roasted meat, had a piece of sizzling, fragrant roasted meat in each hand, and turned his head in surprise to look at Wu Yue sitting beside him.

"Munch munch!"

Although he was speaking, the chewing motion in his mouth didn't pause in the slightest.

Wu Yue's mouth twitched; no wonder people say that rice‑eaters, rice‑eating souls, rice‑eaters are top‑notch folks.

This little old man before me, when he eats rice, is probably even afraid of himself!

"Roasted meat is a food our tribe eats every day. Last time I saw the Dongsang Tribe's roasted meat—black on the outside, still raw inside with blood strands—so I made my own. It was Awa herself who was clever, learning after just one look."

Wu Yue once again praised this honest female.

Awa hehe‑laughed and puffed out her chest; receiving the shaman's acknowledgment is something everyone envies.

Even the Dongsang Tribe Chief beside them glanced at his partner with a gaze that grew several degrees hotter.

The little old man embarrassedly picked his nose; isn't that black, blood‑streaked roasted meat in the little female's mouth exactly what their tribe taught the Dongsang Tribe?

But at this moment he absolutely could not admit it; he was still very concerned about saving face.

What the little old man didn't know was that the Dongsang Tribe Chief had already sized them up when he was grilling meat for Wu Yue, and he kindly glanced at the female standing beside him, saying, "Hmm, not bad, little female."

After his words fell, he chuckled and said, "Shaman Yue, can you also teach us your tribe's method of roasting meat?"

The little old man's expression held a hint of ingratiation; Wu Yue found it amusing and immediately nodded, saying, "Of course. Just have your Beastman Warriors go study with Awa—our Awa has already learned how to make the roasted meat."

The little old man had been waiting for exactly those words; he lifted his leg and kicked the still‑gorging Aman beside him: "What are you eating for? Hurry over to learn how to make tasty roasted meat—tomorrow's roast will be your responsibility."

After saying that, he shoved the last bit of roasted meat left in his hand into his mouth, then his oily big hand snatched the roasted meat from Aman's grasp: "You can learn while you eat later; give this piece to me."

Aman watched the roasted meat in his own shaman's hand, his Adam's apple rolling hard several times before he suppressed his craving, reluctantly following behind Awa as they went out.

"Shaman, have you considered sending someone else to learn how to make roasted meat?"

The herbal shaman was startled by the words, then, as if realizing something, he slapped his thigh hard: "Ay, you little brat, the roasted meat Aman makes is so bad that even wild beasts in the forest won't eat it—how could I let him go learn to make roasted meat?"

Immediately afterward he called to the two Beastman Warriors below: "You two, hurry up—don't let that guy waste the food."