Huang Yueli smiled as she took the initiative to step forward and said: " Lord Zhao Lin, you have already seen it so why do you still ask the obvious? That's right, we're just roasting a few roast chickens here to eat. It's not a big deal. I wonder why you're so angry? Is there a rule in the Perched Phoenix Canyon that you can't make a fire to cook?"
Zhao Lin stared at the grill behind Huang Yueli.
On the grill, there were two roast chickens that had just been roasted halfway. Under the burning of the open fire, the skin became scorched and crispy bit by bit. Drops of oil dripped down and fell into the fire. The fragrance was stimulated by the heat of the fire and quickly spread in the air.
The Phoenixes present swallowed their saliva in unison.
Zhao Lin subconsciously wanted to do the same.
However, he remembered his identity in time and forcefully held back.
