Nearby, Nash and his tribesmen also slaughtered and cleaned the two sheep.
Slaughtering the sheep was a simpler affair; they just needed to be skinned and butchered.
They brought the fresh beef and mutton back to the party, where the speakers were already blasting high-energy music. Employees held up beer bottles, bobbing their heads to the rhythm.
On the row of barbecue grills, the charcoal was already glowing. A few of the more impatient employees had scrounged up some meat from somewhere and were searing it on a griddle.
"Move aside, everyone! Let me show you what real barbecue is," Feng Shan announced, holding a basin of fresh beef. He shooed the employees away from the grill to make room for Old Zhang. "Master Zhang, the stage is yours."
"You little rascal. So you dragged me here to do the grilling, did you!" Old Zhang couldn't help but chuckle and shake his head.
