Jiang Shang had an extraordinary skill in lighting a fire, but his ability to roast meat was quite average. Nezha, unable to bear it any longer, took out two handfuls of fine salt from his Qiankun Bag and went to the nearby mountain to gather some natural spices. He dried them with fire, tore them into pieces, and sprinkled them over the pork. Instantly, the aroma of the meat filled the air, making everyone's mouths water.
"My young friend, I reckon your skills surpass your master's by far. I'll bet that even if Taiyi Zhenren himself were to roast meat, it wouldn't taste as good as yours," Jiang Shang praised, giving a thumbs up. However, Nezha had little appetite for the meat, as the wild boar meat had an overpowering gamey smell that not even two layers of spice could mask.
