"How could grilling meat produce such a wonderful aroma? What kind of eccentric cooking technique is he even using?! More importantly, just what is he making that requires a cauldron?!" John's mouth watered so much that when he gulped, he felt as if he was drinking water straight out of an ocean.
"Damn, I want to taste it so bad. But it is still isn't cooked perfectly. Control! I must control myself! Patience is a virtue. I must remain patient and preserve through this! Only then will I get to taste the best meal of my life." Nevis wrapped his hands around his body, stopping himself from stepping towards the griller by using all the strength in his arms.