Ten minutes later.
All Uruk civilians arrived with clay bowls in hand, ready to eat.
Some even voluntarily carried large slabs of meat over their shoulders, requesting Yi Lin to roast more.
Yi Lin chuckled speechlessly, but he noticed that, unknowingly, the atmosphere of despair in Uruk had been swept away with this single meal.
"See, this is the power of food,"
Yi Lin said smugly to Milien.
After painstakingly grilling all the meat and setting up a pot nearby to cook, Yi Lin and Milien stepped back from the campfire. As they observed the bustling crowd of diners, Yi Lin let out a sigh of reflection.
"No," Milien, thoroughly satisfied, wiped her mouth clean. She was full—so full that she couldn't eat another bite. Patting her stomach, she shook her head and laughed, "This is your strength."
Milien had eaten the most.
She naturally had the authority to say so.
