Roasting~
A nicely cut fish was placed on a grill. It was then seasoned with salt, pepper, and lemon juice. The fire was crackling beneath, sending up plumes of fragrant smoke that filled the air.
"Whoo~"
Rock smoked a cigarette with one hand and flipped the fish around with the other.
The smell was so delicious that anybody who smelled it would have their mouths water in anticipation of the meal to come.
"What are you doing over there?"
Rock asked as he saw Fang Raon sitting on the porch—a game of General's Game open in front of him—it looked like he was thinking about something.
"Just thinking stuff…"
He said.
"You need to rest your mind. It isn't healthy to keep overthinking things. You just played three intense matches!"
Rock shouted.
"Mm, okay."
Fang Raon closed the game and massaged his temples.
There was indeed a small headache that threatened to come as he had strained his mind more than he should have.
"Grandpa, Raon!"
