C849 The Physiological Hygiene of the Stupid Bat(4)

"Fann Helsing, I don't think this chicken wing will be cooked even if you fan it ten thousand times."

Lucifinil drank the elven grapefruit juice as she squatted beside Fann Helsing. She watched him take out a small folding fan to entertain the chicken wings that were hanging on the side of the grill.

"Although this fan can indeed fan out hot air, the power is too small