An amateur relies on fancy gear. At least, that was what Liang He believed. That was why she often bought a variety of kitchen supplies—pots, pans, and bowls she might or might not ever use—which naturally included a roasting spit for a whole sheep.
Anyway, the new kitchen had a super ventilation system, so there was no need to worry about carbon monoxide poisoning from the charcoal fire.
Eating mutton in the winter was highly nourishing, but having nothing but roast whole sheep would be a bit too heavy. Therefore, Liang He planned to use the leftover parts to make mutton soup and stir-fried mutton.
"Liang He, how about you make some mutton skewers too? I was craving them so badly when I watched Huo An eat them last time."
Mutton skewers. That was the very first Blue Star delicacy Liang He had treated Huo An to after they first met.
"Sure. Will you guys lend me a hand, then?"
Liang He naturally wouldn't refuse such a reasonable request.
"Of course!"
"No problem!"
