The tension in the square had reached a boiling point, but it was no longer the tension of a hunter and prey. It was the tension of a crowd watching a master at work.
"That's enough, Lin!" Ember suddenly shouted, stepping in front of her. "You're a female, not a kitchen slave! Look at your hands, you're going to burn yourself!"
She turned around and glared at her own three beast-husbands, who were hovering nearby. "You three! Don't just stand there like decorative stones! Get over here! Lin Wan is going to teach you the 'Magic Rub.' If I catch you burning even a single scrap of bison, I'm making you sleep outside for a week!"
A hilarious, frantic scuffle broke out. Ember's husbands practically threw themselves at the fire, fighting over who would hold the tongs. They knew this was a high-level skill. If they could master Lin Wan's recipe, they would be the most favored males in the tribe.
