Yi Yun was surprised that he was able to prepare the meal to his fullest capabilities. Of course, the main reason was the pheasant which was full of energy within its meat. It was much better than the bred chickens on Earth.
And the wine, which was brewed from some treasure. Just some yeast and a few hundred years was enough to create the ambrosia of the gods.
With the two combined, Yi Yun was able to produce a salt-baked pheasant of quality that reached unprecedented heights.
“Eh?”, flared up the old man’s beard as his eyes suddenly rounded up.