C70 Transforming Strength

"Crackle, crackle," came the sound of burning coals.

"Wow, it smells so good!" Zhou Ziyu exclaimed.

Strings of mutton and chicken wings rolled on the barbecue rack, and the surface was filled with oil and sauce.

"Of course, I made the sauce myself." Wu Chen casually brushed another handful of sauce on the meat skewers.

Because he knew that Zhou Ziyu was a foodie