「Five minutes later.」
Connor's face was stiff. He silently put down his chopsticks, then picked up a spoon made of bark and shoveled some shredded pork with green peppers into his mouth.
"These utensils of your Great Xia are a real pain to use. Why make eating so complicated? It's like performing an acrobatic trick."
"Because they're convenient," Lin Chen explained calmly, not at all annoyed. "What do you normally use to beat eggs at home?"
"An eggbeater, of course."
"We use chopsticks."
As Connor chewed the exceptionally tender and juicy strips of pork, a flash of surprise crossed his eyes. The rich, smoky aroma from the charcoal fire was a flavor he had never experienced before.
More importantly, the tenderness of the pork far exceeded his imagination. Judging by the color, it was fully cooked, yet it was more tender than a rare steak, with none of the bloody taste.
