บท 299: Doctor Ping or No Doctor Ping?

Xu Feng attacked the roasted pheasant with passion, devouring it as though he hadn't eaten in days—which was kind of true. His hunger fueled enthusiasm was intense as he scarfed down the succulent meat, savoring each tender bite. 

The pheasant's flavor exploded in his mouth, filling him with satisfaction and momentarily banishing the weight of his earlier embarrassment and shame.

The roasted pheasant, glistening with succulent juices, exuded a mouthwatering aroma that wafted through the air, tempting even the most discriminating palates. Except the two men surnamed Xuan who seemed to have better things to do or not do.

Still, the pheasant boasted a crispy, golden brown skin that crackled upon each bite, revealing tender and moist meat beneath. Each savory morsel carried a perfect balance of smoky char and delectable tenderness, leaving a combination of flavors dancing on the taste buds—Xu Feng along wanted to hum as he ate.