[Chapter 1200 Evening Barbeque 2/2]
When it was placed on the extremely hot iron net, it suddenly made a “stinging” sound.
The mist was steaming, and a rich aroma of meat suddenly wafted into the air.
Then it got stuck.
“Boss, you forgot to brush the oil.” Yao Ziyan pointed to the small brush next to her with a smile on her face.
An accident happened at the beginning, and even Luochuan was a little embarrassed.
He coughed softly, threw the failed thing into the system space, and started again.
There was still the sound of “stabbing”, and the aroma suddenly hit my face.
Luo Chuan turned the meat slices over with some unfamiliarity.
Tens of seconds later, the light pink color had completely transformed into light brown.
“Taste how it tastes.” Luo Chuan gave it to Yao Ziyan.
He has good control over the heat, and since these are ingredients provided by the system, they will definitely not be unpalatable.
“Well, it tastes good!” Yao Ziyan nodded repeatedly and praised incomprehensibly.
The juice is rich, the dipping sauce tastes good, and it has a slight smoky flavor.
As for the final effect, it is the credit of the system.
Luo Chuan couldn’t tell how much of Yao Ziyan’s praise was personal bonus points that had nothing to do with taste.
Seeing Luochuan preparing to barbecue again, Yao Ziyan blocked his arm.
“I’ll do it.” She pursed her lips and smiled.
Luochuan, who had nothing to do, took two bottles of Coke from the shelf.
The chilled kind.
After unscrewing it and pouring it into a transparent cup, bubbles will continue to appear on the wall of the cup.
Unique artistic conception.
Yao Ziyan is naturally much more skillful than Luo Chuan, and even simple movements have a different kind of beauty.
Can’t find any faults.
Soon, there were several slices of grilled meat on the plate in front of Luo Chuan.
I ate one slice without adding any dipping sauce.
Chew it gently, and the warm juice will flow out, with an unexpectedly sweet taste.
“It’s delicious.” Luo Chuan’s comment was concise and clear.
“It does taste good.” Yao Ziyan also tasted it, and then thought of something, “By the way, boss, the description says that this seems to be produced by some kind of breeding mythical beast.” Luo Chuan said oh, just like Yao Ziyan
, didn’t take it to heart at all.
(End of this chapter)
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