Bok Taejin used a wooden stick to poke at the two mud-covered wild chickens in the fire and then struck them hard twice.
The hardened mud cracked, with so pieces even falling off.
Instantly, the aroma intensified.
Bok Taejin couldn't wait any longer and started peeling off the hardened mud.
As he did so, the chicken feathers ca off along with the mud shell, revealing the golden, crispy skin underneath.
Bok Taejin swallowed his saliva hard.
This thod of cooking wasn't exactly "clean" by modern standards.
Inevitably, the chicken would co into contact with a bit of dirt and picking up so ash.
However, even the ash carried the rich fragrance of roasted chicken—it almost seed like a seasoning of its own.
Aside from fugu (pufferfish), Bok Taejin wasn't overly obsessed with the spotless cleanliness when it ca to food.
So even though the chicken occasionally touched the mud shell, he didn't mind.
Once it began to cooled down slightly, he started tearing into it.
Bok Taejin wasted no ti to devouring both the chicken legs from his portion before he quickly reaching out over to tear off a leg from Im Beomhyeon's chicken and finally slowing down to savor his al with satisfaction.
Im Beomhyeon could only laugh helplessly.
Was Bok Taejin afraid he wouldn't keep his promise about giving up a chicken leg?
To ease his concerns, Im Beomhyeon deliberately tore off a leg from his chicken as well.
Sure enough, Bok Taejin's predatory gaze imdiately landed on the chicken wing.
Im Beomhyeon ignored him and focused on enjoying the rich flavor of the at.
The wild chickens in the mountains weren't like the one raised in the farm that were artificially fattened.
The chickens from the farm often had soft, mushy at with little texture, but these wild chicken had spent their days constantly moving, making their at much leaner, firr, and more flavorful.
Plus, with the in coming autumn, the animals were naturally storing fat for the winter, so the at wasn't dry at all.
So bites even released juices, making the taste even more delicious.
Since Im Beomhyeon had already eaten a lot of jujubes earlier, after finishing a chicken drumstick, a wing, and most of the chicken breast, he found himself unable to eat much more.
He left behind the bony parts like the neck.
Bok Taejin, having finished his al, stared at the leftovers with eager eyes.
Im Beomhyeon asked, "Do you want more?"
Bok Taejin scoffed at the idea of eating soone else's leftovers but didn't hesitate at all—he imdiately began eating.
Im Beomhyeon watching him eating closely this ti with curious gaze.
He was utterly amazed.
The mont a piece of chicken went into Bok Taejin's mouth, it barely seed like he was chewing before he spat out a completely clean bone.
He chewed a couple more tis, swallowed the at, and stuffed another piece into his mouth—continuing the cycle without pause.
Im Beomhyeon had only ever heard of people who could eat shrimp whole and spit out perfect shells, but he had only read about it in novels.
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