Zhou Yang swallowed hard. Between getting soaked in the rain and the physical exertion of building a makeshift wooden bridge, he was both exhausted and famished. After turning the meat a few more times, he decided it was done and took it off the fire. As the fragrant, mouth-watering scent of roasted meat hit his nose, he murmured, "Mmm, smells great." He swallowed again, grabbed the wooden skewer, and took a massive bite.
The crispy, golden-brown skin crumbled into powder in his mouth. Zhou Yang quickly swallowed the first bite and immediately tore into the meat again.
The meat stretched into fibers as he pulled at it. After a few rapid chews, he swallowed the piping-hot portion.
Chapter 140