Zhao Lin raised the drumstick to his mouth.
Just as he was about to bite down, he suddenly stopped.
He turned around and looked at the bushes behind him.
It was quiet in the forest, except for the chirping of a few birds on the treetops.
Zhao Lin looked left and right, making sure there was no one around him before raising the drumstick again.
The alluring fragrance assailed his nostrils, and Zhao Lin could no longer maintain the cold and solemn expression on his face. He could not help but take a bite.
In the next moment, Zhao Lin's eyes widened. Clearly, he had not expected that this roast chicken would taste so good!
He paused for a moment, then raised the roast chicken without hesitation and ate it heartily.
Not long after, only the bones of the two roast chickens in his hands were left.
