Other than the long black-haired lady no one seemed to have noticed the brief interlude between the two.
After a few minutes, the last piece of the rapid snapper cotton mouth had been sliced into thin vertical strips of meat that were now being placed over a grill mesh with orange glowing charcoal at the bottom.
Feng Xin took over as he dutifully dipped the thin strips in chili oil and dropped them over the mesh with chopsticks made from radiant autumn oak.
In the meanwhile, Yang Qing went to his storage room and came back out with a medium-sized wine gourd that had the emblem of a vermilion bird drawn on it.
"GREAT," Feng Xin joyously said as his eyes lit up when he saw the wine. Yi Jie who was checking the hundred-leaf sugarcane wine had a greedy glint flash in his eyes when he saw the gourd.