"It's finally done," Qin Feng shouted. Waiting for the meat to be cooked wasn't easy. At last, he began. He took out two pairs of chopsticks, handed two sets of firewood, but couldn't wait to put a piece of Fire Lion meat into his mouth.
As he bit down, a red glow shot into the sky, the light being spiritual, swirling around Qin Feng. Qin Feng was completely unaware of it, fully immersed in the beauty of the meal.
"Admit it, my cooking skills are great, aren't they?" Qin Feng kept entertaining Chai Yuan, who continued to enjoy the beauty non-stop, as if he hadn't eaten in days.
With holding the jeweled meat and a dish, a brilliant mist enveloped him, making it hard for people to open their eyes. The meat's spirit, with the chewing motion, coursed through Qin Feng, madly entering his internal organs, finally into his flesh and blood, transforming into a power, a state.
