The sky is wide, the fields vast, and the wind blows the grass low, revealing cattle and sheep.
Lord Zheng sits in front of the barbecue grill, with lamb roasting on it, and many bottles and jars of seasoning beside him.
Barbecue is best when you do it yourself; only then can you truly savor the taste. Although Lord Zheng cannot be considered a barbecue master, he actually values the quality of life, so he's quite handy.
Moreover, with all sorts of spices here, even if you roasted a boot, it wouldn't taste bad.
"With so much seasoning, the original taste of the lamb is completely overshadowed."
Beside him, the Sword Saint speaks while holding a cup of tea.
On the other side, with shackles still on his feet, the Wild Man King rubs his hands excitedly, and hearing the Sword Saint's words, he retorts directly:
"Spices are precious things! Look at you dismissing them, tsk tsk."
