Before he could even savor the delicious roasted meat, a burnt, bitter flavor instantly filled his mouth.
Yuan Qi's ruggedly handsome face crumpled. "..."
'Is this really something a Beastman can eat?'
Seeing his contorted expression, the surrounding Beastmen instantly abandoned any thought of sidling over for a taste.
One of them gulped. "Is it really that bad?"
Straining his neck, Yuan Qi forced himself to swallow the burnt, bitter piece of meat, abiding by the principle of not wasting food. Then, with a look of lingering fear, he stared at the pitch-black roast in his hand. "This stuff is way worse than shit!"
The surrounding Beastmen of the Snow Tiger Tribe: "..."
'What kind of secret did we just hear?! We're not going to be silenced for this, are we?'
"Captain, you've actually eaten shit before? What's it taste like?"
Yuan Qi: "..."
