C707 It Was Best for Him to Get away

While the bear's paw was still simmering under high pressure in Ming Ying's pot, the roasted wolf legs were nearly done, wafting a rich, meaty aroma through the air. Ming Ying hurried over to the grill, retrieving an array of bottles and jars from his mystical space—mutated bee honey, cumin, and pepper among them, all neatly lined up