Jevre's resentful green eyes glanced at the bad master who was still laughing, not knowing how to defend his recklessness.

"Okay! Yevre, don't look at me like this, you're a little scared. Don't rush to fill your stomach with oil residue. Poor little guy, he will be conquered by oil residue without seasoning."

Leas said as he prepared a real meal.

"Yevre, I'm going to have a fried pork slice now. You must look carefully and pay attention to the key points. Don't just ask questions after doing it yourself."

The hot and rough stone pot suddenly poured in a stream of clear water, making a sizzling sound, and a hot steam rose up.

The water automatically rotates, quickly cleaning the stone pot that had just been boiled with oil, spotlessly clean, and then flew straight to the sand and gravel ground in the distance, falling high, turning a small piece of ground into mud.

The flames ignited on the thigh bones of the evil demon suddenly rose, and the blazing flames quickly burned the rough stone pot to a very hot temperature.

Less than two ounces of transparent grease, like a thin line, flew straight into the inside of the stone pot, evenly and quickly applying a shallow layer.

Under the action of high temperature, small bubbles quickly emerged, and at the same time, crackled and rumbling.

Jevre looked at Leas' pink wrist foot and floated up as he waved his devil's flesh that was more than one pound or more.

The meat was separated, but at the same time, it fell into a rough stone pot with blue smoke. It evenly stuck it on the inner wall of the stone pot and quickly gathered together.

Leas danced his wrists quickly, and the dark blue pieces of devil meat that quickly changed from blue were also rolling constantly so that each piece of meat could be heated evenly.

In an instant, a strong smell of meat filled the tip of Jevre's nose. He couldn't help swallowing it hard, making a few gurgling sounds, which seemed much better than oil residue.

But in just thirty seconds, the fried meat slices with oil were out of the pot and all flew into a sunken clean stone slab prepared in advance by Jevre.

"Yevre, hurry up and try my master's skills. You must eat these fried pork slices while they are hot, otherwise the taste will be much worse."

"It's a pity that except for the simplest bad oil, there are no other seasonings and ingredients at all, and the taste will be much worse, so I can only say it's not satisfactory."

Leas kept shook his head and sighing while greeting Jevrey with his eyes shining.

It seems that I really need to go to a big city to find seasonings. Always keeping this original flavor is not a solution!

Jevre, who had been drooling all over the floor, heard the words of eating, and he could not care about the master's sigh. In his green eyes, there was only the dark blue devilish flesh shining with oil.

But now, Jevre is a little strange.

No longer swallowing like a slag of oil, I endured my strong appetite, gently twisted up a piece of meat, quickly put it into my mouth, and tasted it carefully.

There was a slight chew of chewing in the middle, and the rich meat fragrance filled the mouth, and a faint sweet smell oozed out of the gravy, making the hungry tongue stagnant.

A piece of meat slices about fifteenth of an inch thick brings a brand new experience to the unsightly Jevre, which seems to have a more satisfying taste than slate roast.

Jevre, who had been controlled by his hungry appetite, no longer cared about etiquette and demeanor, hurriedly sent the slices of meat into his big mouth one after another, and then started chewing it at a very fast speed.

A satisfied smile was filled with a small blue face.

But in just three minutes, the fried pork slices of more than a pound entered Jevre's belly, and then looked up at Leas with a cherry mouth.

Leas looked at the expectant little eyes proudly, and a crisp sound quickly floated out of his little mouth.

"Hey! Yevre, I really admire you. I don't know how many pieces I have left for you to taste, so I just sing my head to eat."

"Look at your fingers, are you clean? I saw it, but I didn't even care if the fine sand was put in my mouth."

As Leas said, he made out a ball of clean water the size of a washbasin, floating straight beside Jevre, and stopped moving.

"Wash it quickly! I'm going to try the skewers now, but unfortunately I still lack seasonings! I don't know how much flavor it can be, I hope it can barely get it."

After Leas said that, Jevrey was flapping his wings without even rushing to clean his hands. He flapped his wings and stopped beside the hollow stone rack.

Under the simple rectangular stone frame, the evil demon's thigh bone has burned slightly for almost ten minutes, but there has not been much change. It seems that it can still burn for a long time.

After washing his hands quickly and carefully, Jevre saw Leas's wrist foot gently waving again, and about twenty rows of neat bone sticks flew up, and then they were placed directly on the hollow stone rack, a little distance apart, and safely accepted the roasting of the low fire.

The bone-like stick full of long strips of inferior demon meat has already reserved space in advance in the beginning and end sections, making it easier to eat for a while.

On a slight low heat, the long strips of evil devil meat were grilled slowly. As the bone stick kept turning, the meat was heated evenly.

In less than two minutes, the inferior demon meat piece that emitted the aroma of meat was wrapped in a light stream of transparent oil that suddenly flew over, turning the slightly dry meat piece into a shiny and visible sign.

The burning evil demon's thigh bones were stimulated by the dripping oil, and the high flames rose up, licking the increasingly fragrant rectangular pieces of meat.

In the swaying fire, there were two little faces of expectation, and the drool that kept flowing down almost extinguished the passionate flame.

The meat pieces that changed from blue to dark blue slowly began to become crispy.

The juice locked by the oil is still slowly heating up inside the meat, allowing the aroma of its own meat to evaporate.

Leas stared at the skewers that were constantly flipping evenly, but sighed with regret on his face.

"What a pity! This ingredient wasted. Unexpectedly, although these bad guys looked crooked, their muscles were really good."

"The muscles in the stir-fried meat slices are tight, firm and elastic. When you see the ghost look of Jevre, you know that they have a very good taste. Especially the chest muscles of making skewers are juicy and delicious. If you knew it, you would have made a black pepper steak."

Leas, who seemed to remember something, said something that Jevre could not understand at all.

"Magic black pepper, colorful pepper and salt, devil screw pepper, as well as Nether Chicken Essence, etc., when will I enter my recipe?"

"I really miss the supreme delicacy made from such seasonings! When my brother completely restores his strength and memory, he must relive his old dreams and truly enjoy his life."

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