Bok Taejin used a wooden stick to poke at the two mud-covered wild chickens in the fire and then struck them hard twice.
The hardened mud cracked, with some pieces even falling off.
Instantly, the aroma intensified.
Bok Taejin couldn't wait any longer and started peeling off the hardened mud.
As he did so, the chicken feathers came off along with the mud shell, revealing the golden, crispy skin underneath.
Bok Taejin swallowed his saliva hard.
This method of cooking wasn't exactly "clean" by modern standards.
Inevitably, the chicken would come into contact with a bit of dirt and picking up some ash.
However, even the ash carried the rich fragrance of roasted chicken—it almost seemed like a seasoning of its own.
Aside from fugu (pufferfish), Bok Taejin wasn't overly obsessed with the spotless cleanliness when it came to food.
So even though the chicken occasionally touched the mud shell, he didn't mind.
Once it began to cooled down slightly, he started tearing into it.
Bok Taejin wasted no time to devouring both the chicken legs from his portion before he quickly reaching out over to tear off a leg from Im Beomhyeon's chicken and finally slowing down to savor his meal with satisfaction.
Im Beomhyeon could only laugh helplessly.
Was Bok Taejin afraid he wouldn't keep his promise about giving up a chicken leg?
To ease his concerns, Im Beomhyeon deliberately tore off a leg from his chicken as well.
Sure enough, Bok Taejin's predatory gaze immediately landed on the chicken wing.
Im Beomhyeon ignored him and focused on enjoying the rich flavor of the meat.
The wild chickens in the mountains weren't like the one raised in the farm that were artificially fattened.
The chickens from the farm often had soft, mushy meat with little texture, but these wild chicken had spent their days constantly moving, making their meat much leaner, firmer, and more flavorful.
Plus, with the in coming autumn, the animals were naturally storing fat for the winter, so the meat wasn't dry at all.
Some bites even released juices, making the taste even more delicious.
Since Im Beomhyeon had already eaten a lot of jujubes earlier, after finishing a chicken drumstick, a wing, and most of the chicken breast, he found himself unable to eat much more.
He left behind the bony parts like the neck.
Bok Taejin, having finished his meal, stared at the leftovers with eager eyes.
Im Beomhyeon asked, "Do you want more?"
Bok Taejin scoffed at the idea of eating someone else's leftovers but didn't hesitate at all—he immediately began eating.
Im Beomhyeon watching him eating closely this time with curious gaze.
He was utterly amazed.
The moment a piece of chicken went into Bok Taejin's mouth, it barely seemed like he was chewing before he spat out a completely clean bone.
He chewed a couple more times, swallowed the meat, and stuffed another piece into his mouth—continuing the cycle without pause.
Im Beomhyeon had only ever heard of people who could eat shrimp whole and spit out perfect shells, but he had only read about it in novels.