Chapter 568 – Whole Roasted Bull

Chapter 568 – Whole Roasted Bull

However, no matter how good the timer’s quality was, it couldn’t withstand Igniwa constantly blowing puffs of air at it, as if adding a few sparks might make the needle spin faster.

Such fine dragon breath, wasted on an innocent timer — what a shame. Following the principle of “use it or lose it,” Mo Lan called Igniwa over.

“If you’re bored waiting, why not use your dragon breath to help me roast the meat?”

“I can help too?” Igniwa said, pleasantly surprised.

Mo Lan nodded. “Dragon breath has a higher temperature, so the roasting will be faster and the texture should be even better. But you have to follow my instructions — otherwise, if we ruin it, we’ll have to start all over again.”

A red Dragon’s breath was essentially a purer, more volatile form of elemental force — used the same way as a blowtorch.

“Yes, yes, yes! I’ll listen to you!” Igniwa said.

Helping get the meat roasted faster was certainly better than sitting off to the side, frantically drooling and suppressing the urge to burn the whole house down in one breath.

The kitchen utensils had already skewered the entire lava-salt-marinated volcanic rhinoceros onto the roasting rack.

Mo Lan had the blowtorch give up its position and stationed Igniwa in its place. “Start with a small puff of dragon breath — just slightly stronger than when you were blowing at the timer. And keep the heat steady.”

Igniwa nodded, took a deep breath, puffed out his cheeks, and with a “whoosh,” exhaled a stream of crimson dragon breath flames.

Mo Lan’s face was bathed in red light.

“The temperature’s too high — lower it a bit.”

“There we go! Hold it right there!”

Once the temperature was adjusted, Mo Lan willed the roasting rack to carry the volcanic rhinoceros toward the flames Igniwa was breathing out, continuously adjusting the distance and position to facilitate even heating.

The basting brushes darted in at every opportunity — oiling, saucing, and sprinkling seasoning in perfect coordination.

Seeing that the utensils and Igniwa were working well together, Mo Lan sat down to the side with peace of mind, maintaining her Culinary Magic while waiting for the dish to be done.

But less than a minute after sitting down, she noticed Igniwa suddenly intensifying his dragon breath.

Mo Lan immediately stood up, manually using Magic to block the dragon breath while calling out to him. “Why did you suddenly increase the heat?”

Fortunately, the mobile kitchen’s set of utensils had been with her since she first learned Culinary Magic. After years of being imbued with her Mana, they were old partners by now, reacting just as quickly as she did.

The moment they detected his sudden surge in breath, the roasting rack had already whisked the volcanic rhinoceros off to the side.

That was the only reason the volcanic rhinoceros meat wasn’t roasted straight to charcoal.

Igniwa puffed out his cheeks and looked over innocently. His dragon breath cut out, and a thin wisp of black smoke curled up. “I wanted to go a little faster…”

“You can’t go any faster! Volcanic rhinoceros meat can only withstand dragon breath at this temperature — any higher and it’ll be charcoal!” Mo Lan said.

“I understand now…” Igniwa said guiltily. “I promise I won’t increase the temperature again. Can we continue?”

Afraid he might have another stroke of inspiration and pull a surprise stunt, Mo Lan said bluntly, “Dragon breath temperature, output volume, coverage area — don’t change any of them. Just maintain what you had before!”

“Oh!” Igniwa indicated he’d taken it in. He inhaled again, breathed out, and maintained the dragon breath flame at just the right level.

Only then did the roasting rack bring the volcanic rhinoceros meat back and resume turning and roasting.

Mo Lan watched for a while. Finding everything normal, she let out a sigh of relief and was about to sit down when she suddenly noticed a certain dragon tentatively starting to sway his head. She immediately stopped him. “Don’t move your head!”

Caught fidgeting, Igniwa’s head froze stiff.

He stayed still for less than a minute before his mind started wandering again. He couldn’t move his head, but surely he could move his body, right?

Standing here motionless was simply too much to ask of a dragon. Had he known roasting meat meant standing perfectly still, he would’ve rather stayed on the sideline drooling!

With that thought, he wiggled his rear, then stamped his feet a couple of times.

At first the movements were small enough not to affect the dragon breath flame, so Mo Lan let it slide.

But he grew bolder and bolder, and the roasting rack ended up spending considerable effort compensating for his fidgeting.

Mo Lan said helplessly, “If you keep squirming like this, the meat will need an extra three minutes of roasting.”

Igniwa immediately behaved himself. But the good behavior didn’t last long. After a while, he abruptly cut off his dragon breath. “Um, it smells too good — let me swallow some drool first!”

Then they saw his throat bobbing as he gulped — “glug, glug” — swallowing saliva as though he were chugging water.

Once he’d swallowed his fill, he immediately resumed his dragon breath.

Mo Lan: “…”

She could see it clearly now — this fellow had zero patience and needed someone watching him every single second.

A whole roasted bull that originally would have taken an hour, with Igniwa’s dragon breath, should have been done in just ten minutes.

But because he kept causing problems, the time was stretched to double — a full twenty minutes before it was ready.

When Igniwa was finally told to step aside, it wasn’t just him who breathed a sigh of relief — Mo Lan did too.

Finally, she sprinkled on crushed hell peppers, drizzled lava salt solution, then studded the surface with red-hot Obsidian shards for extra crispiness. Using the regular blowtorch, she gave it a light sear to release the aroma, and the Hell Lava Whole Roast was complete.

Igniwa had long been sitting at the dining table, craning his neck in anticipation.

When Mo Lan floated the roasting rack on the oversized serving platter into the dining room, her sharp eyes caught the scorch marks blackening the table in front of Igniwa.

Noticing Mo Lan’s gaze, Igniwa straightened up and used his arms to block the blackened tabletop.

Beside him, Vasida — who had put up a thin wind barrier to block the searingly spicy aroma — couldn’t help but burst out laughing.

What was there left for Mo Lan not to understand? This fellow had been sparking fire again!

Seeing that he couldn’t hide it, Igniwa produced another book. “To pay for the table.”

Mo Lan took it and saw it was yet another book written by a red Dragon in imitation of the ancient red Dragon’s Mo Lan took it and saw it was yet another book written by a red Dragon in imitation of the primordial red Dragon Garloths’s 《Codex of World-Burning》. This one was called 《Codex of Village-Burning》.

“Do you red Dragons have some kind of tradition of writing ‘Codex of Burning-Something’ books?”

“Of course! If you haven’t written a ‘Codex of Burning-Something,’ you can’t call yourself a descendant of the great primordial red Dragon, Lord Garloths!” Igniwa declared with absolute conviction.

“So have you written one?” Vasida asked curiously.

“When I write mine, it’ll be the 《Codex of Nation-Burning》. I’ve already got the book made — I’m just short on experience!” After saying this, Igniwa rubbed his palms together. “So, um… can I eat now? The smell is driving me delirious.”

“Hold on!” Mo Lan produced a bottle of wine and poured him a glass. “This is Blazing Wine, brewed from hell peppers with high-proof alcohol — the perfect pairing for Hell Lava Whole Roast!”

After pouring the wine, she said, “Dig in!”

The words had barely left her mouth before Igniwa dove in.

Mo Lan realized she had gone to entirely too much trouble preparing such elegant tableware. The fellow didn’t even glance at it — he swept it aside with one wave of his hand and went straight to hugging the roasting rack, gnawing away.