The pinnacle of a dog's life had been reached.
The roasted pork rolls were the main course, consisting of the layer of pork with skin, about the thickness of a knuckle, marbled with fat and lean.
During marination, they were liberally smeared with chili sauce, stuffed with onions and other side dishes, then rolled up tight, and fastened with twine.
They were skewered and roasted over lively flames, sizzling with juices, occasionally dripping into the fire.
The aroma was irresistible, roasting evenly on all sides, and after an estimated two hours, they were finally ready.
The teammates couldn't wait, and Lu Xiao took out a knife to neatly slice the thick pork roll.
The pork roll was fragrant with a crisp exterior and a hint of fruitwood smoke.
The inside was succulent and juicy, and naturally, Wen Xian got the first piece, followed by slices for each teammate.
Sang Nian stepped forward considerately and offered, "Boss, you take a break; I'll cut for everyone."
