"Flarie! Light the kiln behind the house and maintain the drying temperature. We are going to make a batch of dried meat marinated with Indian prickly ash to sell gradually throughout the winter!"
The glowing red ember happily flew into the kitchen, skillfully clinging to the pile of firewood, generating a smokeless flame and maintaining the perfect thermal level to dehydrate the layers of meat that Wyatt was currently slicing thin.
He had already considered the idea of making dried meat before, but producing jerky in this current weather was somewhat difficult. Fortuitously, Flarie had also leveled up, allowing him to fully utilize its energy. Furthermore, having just discovered the Indian prickly ash, a spice that possessed both a peppery kick and a highly aromatic scent, using it as a marinade for the dried meat would be absolutely stellar.
