He tasted the meat skewer, and after tasting it for a while, he nodded slightly.
No wonder he was able to gain a foothold in the Imperial Capital and had such a reputation. It turned out that he really had some skills.
The cherry rice added to the charcoal roast king was just right. Not only was it not harmful to the body, it could also refresh the mind.
The other ingredients were all herbs, poisons, and herbs. Coupled with the exquisite control of the fire, the roasted meat could be said to be superb. No one could imitate it.
Dragon Fifth and Zhang Xing looked at each other and nodded. The few of them were relieved and began to eat boldly.
If they guessed correctly, the charcoal roast king should be an expert in poisons and herbs.
However, why would such a person live on the streets and make a living?
Looking at the charcoal roast king's short and fat smiling face, his clear eyes showed that he should be eighteen or nineteen years old. He was at least five or six years older than his mature appearance.
After observing for a while, he did not see anything special, so he ignored him.
"Charcoal roast king, quickly roast fifty demonic deer tenderloins for our second young master!"
Before the person arrived, the rooster's voice was heard.
"Ah!
It's the second young master of the Sahir family, let's go … "
The person eating the roasted meat next to him threw down a few gold coins and was about to leave.
"Sit down, all of you. Am I a wolf or a tiger? Why are you so scared?"
The few of them smiled and sat down again. They lowered their heads and did not dare to make a sound.
"Sahir family?"
It sounded familiar. Zhang Xing raised his head and looked at the person who came.
He saw a fifteen or sixteen-year-old young man. He had lion eyes, a cow's nose, and a frog's mouth. Two gold ingot ears stood vertically on both sides of his head.
Damn, this combination of facial features, using the word ugly was not enough to describe it. He was simply a demon beast.
There were a few servants behind the young man. They were emitting a fierce aura, and were at least Intermediate Combat Kings.
It was indeed different in a second class country. A Combat King was a servant. If it was in the Heavenly Star Country, they would be worshipped by the big families, and their status would be higher than the family head.
Feeling the surprised gazes of Zhang Xing and the others, the second young master was not happy.
He knew that he was ugly, and the thing he hated the most was being stared at.
"Damn it, what are you looking at?"
He looked at the most conspicuous black-faced man.
The Second Young Master was stunned for a moment before bursting into laughter.
"Hahaha … Look, this brat is darker than the bottom of a pot. I've never seen such a dark person!"
"Haha, that's right, Second Young Master. Look at his expression, it's as if someone owes him 800 gold coins."
"…"
The few of them continued to mock Black Treasure. When the Second Young Master saw an ugly man, his seriously unbalanced heart was somewhat comforted.
"Second Young Master, something's not right. That black brat seems to be mocking you!"
Taking a closer look, it really did look like that. His mouth was wide open, and his eyes were filled with obvious mockery.
"Little brat, you're so f * cking ugly, yet you're still mocking others. Why don't you take a look in the mirror and see what you look like!"
The Second Young Master opened the folding fan in his hand with a swoosh, showing off his elegance.
Zhang Xing was speechless. Wasn't this talking about himself? Some people just felt good about themselves and always felt that others were inferior to them.
"No, no!
I didn't laugh at you … "
Black Treasure shook the skewer in his hand and took a bite.
"Hmph!
You wouldn't dare!
You know who I am … "
The Second Young Master was interrupted by Black Treasure before he could finish his sentence.
"I'm saying that you look like a pig in the sewers, hehe!"
Zhang Xing's eyes lit up. Black Treasure learned this from him. Even his rhythm of speech was on point.
Clang!
The Second Young Master kicked over a stool in front of him. His face darkened as he roared.
"Little brat, I dare you to say that again!"
This was a taboo for all nobles. It was even more unacceptable than calling someone ugly.