Warlock Apprentice

Chapter 1596: Section 1597 Sweetfire and the Wind of Cream

The bonfire in the yard was still burning fiercely, with Shan leaning on Ganke’s shoulder, directing him to continuously flip the honey-glazed roasted meat over the fire.

After a short while, a rich aroma of meat wafted through the air.

Having sniffed a few times and ensuring that the meat was well-roasted, Shan handed the roasted meat to Angel with an embarrassed expression: “This is for you.”

Seeing that Angel had taken it, Shan smiled contentedly. However, when she turned around, she noticed that Little Fatty Allen, who was sitting opposite Angel, was staring at the roasted meat in Angel’s hand, somewhat transfixed.

Shan hesitated for a moment, and somewhat disgruntled, she took a piece of large-boned roasted meat from the tray and handed it to Allen: “Don’t covet what’s in another’s mouth… Since you’re Angel’s friend, take this piece of roasted meat.”

Allen hesitated for a moment before accepting the roasted meat from Shan’s hands, and he bit into it after a long pause.

As soon as he took a bite, Allen showed a disgusted expression. Although he didn’t spit it out, it was clear that it was a struggle for him to swallow it.

Shan’s eyes narrowed as she asked coldly, “What? Does it not taste good?”

Allen nodded instinctively: “It tastes awful.”

Probably for the first time in her life, Shan received negative feedback. Her eyes bulged, and she pointed at Allen, unable to utter a word for a long time.

At this moment, Lyon helped Shan save a bit of face. He took the piece of meat from Ganke’s hand, bit into it, and said, “The taste is as wonderful as always. What’s not to like?”

Allen probably realized he had misspoken, but it was too late to rectify the situation. Looking around, he found that, apart from Angel, everyone else was glaring at him. After a moment of thought, Allen decided to be defiant: “It’s all bad, just let me do it!”

As he spoke, Allen pulled out a one-time Spatial Capsule from his pocket and gently squeezed it, instantly producing an exquisitely delicate roasting stove in front of him.