The young masters were dumbfounded; the aroma was so alluring, and they could see how intoxicated Herr Ningshuang and others were while eating the meat. But the meat was grilled by Ding Fan, and if he didn't invite them over, they couldn't very well go over and shamelessly ask for some, could they?
Having eaten dry rations for days, their stomachs were already uncomfortable, and now they had no defense whatsoever against the taste of cooked meat. Yet, none of them could bear to lower their dignity; they came from prestigious families or powerful factions and were proud of their status from their very bones.
"Delicious, Ding Fan, your skills are impressive!"
Herr Ningshuang finished a slice of meat and couldn't help but praise. Normally calm, she now couldn't resist reaching out and saying, "I want some more."
