The night was hazy, with wisps of cooking smoke curling upward, mingling gently with the spiritual qi.
Han Lin, Shen Wan'er, and several other disciples sat in a circle around a campfire. Five rabbits and three pheasants were roasting over the flames until their skin turned a crispy, golden brown, filling the air with a savory aroma. Lu Zi'ang, knowing how to read the room, hurried over when he saw Han Lin approaching and fawned, "Senior Brother Han, would you like some rabbit or pheasant?"
Without a moment's hesitation, Han Lin replied, "I'll take a rabbit. You've roasted these to absolute perfection—the color, aroma, and flavor are all there." Taking the rabbit from Lu Zi'ang, he added, "Only Zhou Ping loves eating chicken; all the disciples know that."
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