Feng Mountain, grinning, held up another spiced-up barbecue skewer and looked at Erica. "Want to try another? I'll give you 100 US Dollars for one skewer."
Erica frantically waved her hands in horror, never wanting to go through that near-death experience again.
She wouldn't eat it even for money.
HA!
Only then did Feng Mountain laugh out loud, raising a skewer and slowly popping it into his mouth.
He cracked open a can of ice-cold beer and took a large, satisfying gulp.
"Brother Feng, if I eat it, will you pay me?" Su Ziweng asked, sidling up shamelessly.
"Like hell I will." Feng Mountain shot him a look and tossed him a can of beer. Su Ziweng caught it and snickered.
Jenny watched for a while until she got the hang of grilling the skewers, then took over the task from Feng Mountain.
In front of the log cabin.
The men sat by the fire, under a sky of auroras and on a carpet of moss, drinking beer and eating grilled skewers.
