The fire crackled as the sun slipped beneath the horizon, painting the sky in amber and plum..
The scent rising from the spit had grown irresistible, caramelized dreamroot glaze, crispy golden skin, and the distinct warmth of fire ginger hanging heavy in the air.
Ace gave the spit one final turn and nodded. "It's ready."
He lifted the skewered chickens off the fire and laid them onto a wooden board carved from spirit oak, letting the juices settle before slicing.
With deft hands, he carved the birds cleanly, separating the wings, thighs, and breast into perfect cuts.
The meat steamed as it was sliced, very tender and gleaming, infused with flavor.
Even the bones shimmered faintly from the spiritual nourishment.
"Come," he said simply.
Liu Mei didn't need to be told twice. She bounced over, eyes sparkling, and picked up a thigh with both hands.
"It smells like mama's," she whispered, almost reverently.
