'This is so awkward. I feel like I've just exposed something about myself.'
Once she confirmed the Beastman was still there, Wu Yue focused on the task at hand.
When the salt and peppercorns in the pot were fragrant from the heat, Wu Yue finally looked at the Beastman beside her. "Take the stone pot down. This salt has to cool before it can be used."
"It'll take a while for the salt to cool, so let's eat something first."
After setting the pot of salt on a stone platform to the side, Yuan Lang returned to the stove and pulled several potatoes from the fire.
He patted off the black ash, his thick Beastman hide coming in handy at a time like this.
When the blackened roasted potatoes were broken open, a fragrant aroma filled the air.
Wu Yue felt a suspicious trickle at the corner of her mouth again.
"Host, you look like you've never seen the world. This is so embarrassing."
Wu Yue: "..."
'If you just shut up, we can still be friends.'
