The monk's rabbit roasting skills were quite decent. The surface fat sizzled away, forming small bubbles. He ground the salt into finer grains and sporadically sprinkled a few, filling the temple hall with a crisp, peppery aroma.
Gu Jiao smacked her lips.
From originally drawing circles, her doodles had gradually transformed to depict roasted rabbit, braised rabbit, spicy rabbit head, and chilled rabbit meat…
In fact, there were also several skewers of roasted mushrooms on the rack.
But Gu Jiao only wanted to eat rabbit.
Finally, the rabbit meat was ready.
The monk pulled a sharp knife from the wide sleeves of his robe, about to cut off a rabbit leg, when suddenly an ominous aura invaded the space outside the temple.
Gu Jiao's eyes sharpened, and she stood up.
The sky was not that dark yet, but the horizon was a murky gray, casting an ill omen over the scene.
