Using these two condiments, Irina marinated the meat for a while, before putting it to roast on the fire.

As the familiar fragrance of the roast meat entered his senses, the delight in Alva’s eyes intensified. “It’s this smell.”

Irina wrapped the roast meat with a tree leaf, before tearing out a hind thigh and handing it to him.

“Have you mastered it?”

Looking at the meat before him, Alva was dazed momentarily. “Is this for me?”

“Try it. I can’t finish it by myself anyway.” Irina tore another thigh and started chomping on it herself.

Alva smiled as he received the roast meat from her, then said, catching her...