C235 I can't stop the rolling of the skewers

No matter how much trouble there was, he could solve it with a single roll of his skewers.

If not, then two meals.

In the northeast corner of the Building Materials City, there was a barbeque stall. In the midst of the smoke, there were the creaking sounds of fat dripping onto the red charcoal. Just looking at it made one's appetite stir.

Half a kilo of a row, a bunch of skewers