Xie Daiyu quickly scraped off the meat from the bones and then cracked the large bones into smaller pieces before handing them all to Ruan Chanchan.
Ruan Chanchan looked down at the meat that Xie Daiyu had handed to her and got up to wash it. Once the meat was washed, she rubbed the crushed spirit dew on it and then put it on the stone slab to roast. As for the soup that had been cooking all night, Ruan Chanchan added the mushrooms just before the meat turned tender. However, as Ruan Chanchan roasted the meat, she couldn't help but sigh. She had a supermarket as her golden finger, and yet she couldn't even get her hands on rice. There was no rice and no flour. Every meal was either soup or barbecue. Even she, who had lived off bland rice, felt like she was suffering a little under such circumstances.
Eating barbecue meat every day, no matter how delicious it was, sooner or later, one would start missing rice and pancakes. That too, without any condiments to enhance the flavour.
