Ye Qingfeng had already prepared some barbecue tools, and with the aid of his spiritual power, the aroma of a roasted wild dog quickly filled the air.
There was no need to say more about Ye Qingfeng's cooking skills; with the help of his spiritual power, anything he cooked was tastier than those made by top international chefs.
The aroma wafted over, leaving the young martial artists who were eating dry rations stunned, and they began to salivate a little.
Although, as martial artists, their cravings for food were not strong, they couldn't completely escape the temptation, especially with Ye Qingfeng's wild chicken aroma being so enticing.
Yuan Qingning gently licked her lips.
"Qingning, do you want to eat?" Kuang Xuan asked.
"Hmph."
Yuan Qingning snorted softly, turning her head slightly away.
