Watching Glen take out a small bundle of bamboo skewers, he methodically skewered fresh meat, vegetables, and the like, placing them neatly aside.

Seemingly intrigued, Leaves raised her hand and exclaimed,"I'd like to join in."

"I want to as well..." Mushroom added in a soft murmur.

Glen merely chuckled and said,"Certainly, but don't over - load the skewers, understood?"

The two girls cheerfully chorused their assent and then, with endearing clumsiness, began imitating Glen's actions, stringing the kebabs.

Both intent on creating something unique, they added whatever ingredients caught their fancy to the skewers, resulting in a riot of colors.

After amassing a sizeable plate, Glen ceased his task.

By then, the charcoal had reached an appropriate temperature, so he placed some of his own skewers on the grill to roast.

Upon seeing this, Leaves clamored to roast her kebabs, and Mushroom echoed her request.

Glen casually accepted the skewers they proffered and roasted them alongside his.

As he brushed on his self - concocted seasoned oil, Glen hummed a melodious tune.

This is the essence of life... he mused with a touch of sentiment.

The oil sizzled, and the two young girls repeatedly turned their heads, their appetites thoroughly whetted.

These were the very ingredients they consumed regularly, yet why did they seem so much more enticing now?..." Leaves surreptitiously swallowed her saliva.

Such was the allure of an outdoor barbecue.

A distinctive aroma of barbecue wafted through the air.

At an age when their appetites were particularly insatiable, the two young girls promptly abandoned their half - strung kebabs and approached the grill, gazing at it longingly.

"Glen, isn't it ready yet?" Leaves inquired, wiping away the saliva that threatened to drip, her tone impatient.

Mushroom, on the other hand, was more dazed, allowing her saliva to trickle down unchecked.

"Just a bit more patience," Glen responded calmly.

Moments later, deeming the kebabs ready, he retrieved some chili powder, pepper powder, scallions, and sprinkled them sparingly.

These had all been procured from the kitchen in the magic house, which boasted an extensive array of ingredients.

The kebabs now looked even more tantalizing, and the two in front of the grill could focus on nothing else.

"Here you are. Mind the heat," Glen said, holding three skewers in each hand and extending them to the girls.

Disregarding Glen's warning, the eager young girls grabbed the kebabs and took an immediate bite. As expected, they yelped in pain from the heat before gingerly nibbling.

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An indescribable flavor enveloped their palates, so exquisite that it made them feel they could devour even more.

"Delicious! I could eat ten times more! Glen, give me more!" Leaves mumbled, her cheeks bulging as she chewed.

"Me too!" Mushroom chimed in, not to be outdone.

Glen, still engrossed in his work, merely replied,"Finish what's in your hands first."

The two young girls, spurred on as if in a race to eat the fastest, quickened their chewing pace.

They perhaps assumed there wouldn't be sufficient food, and the slower eater would get less.

But Glen knew that the ingredients he had brought were more than enough to satiate them; the two were simply overthinking.

He gently picked up a completed kebab and took a bite.

My skills remain as sharp as ever!..." he thought, a sense of pride welling up within him.

Moments later.

Leaves and Mushroom were reclining on the deck chairs, rubbing their bellies with expressions of complete contentment, half - emptied glasses of juice beside them.

At that moment, only Glen continued to roast and eat. His robust appetite was well - known, and every moment was pure bliss for him.

"I've never been this full. Barbecue is truly the finest thing in the world!"

Leaves exclaimed, stretching her hands towards the sky.

"I wish to have barbecue again next time," Mushroom mumbled, her face buried beneath her hat.

After a brief rest, true to their childlike nature, they resumed their playful chase on the verdant clearing.

Just as Glen was relishing his meal, Leaves suddenly called out,"Glen, look..."

Glen turned as directed and noticed the two young girls standing together, their gazes fixed on the shaded area at the forest's edge, where a pair of faintly glowing eyes were visible.

The wind direction and the barbecue's aroma had initially masked the presence of this creature, preventing Glen from detecting it immediately.

However, he was fully capable of safeguarding the two young girls. If the creature drew any closer, Glen's senses would alert him.

For now, it remained at a safe distance.

"Come over here. Don't approach too closely. There's danger," Glen cautioned Leaves and her companion.

The previous night, Mako had explicitly instructed the two to heed Glen's words, so they obediently returned to his side.

The creature in the forest seemed to be approaching slowly, and its outline gradually became discernible to Glen.

"Is that... a wolf?" he murmured, making an assessment.

"A wolf?" Curiosity sparkled in the two young girls' eyes.

Sure enough, as the creature emerged from the shade, it was indeed a white - furred wolf with piercing blue eyes.

Yet, the wolf was emaciated, its fur patchy, and it limped as it walked, as if its sharp bones might pierce through its skin at any moment.

The two young girls, startled by the pitiful sight, sought refuge behind Glen.

How could there be a wolf here? The nearest human settlement is close by; a place like this should have been scoured by hunters long ago... Glen sensed something amiss about this wolf.

The white wolf drooled, its blue eyes fixated on the barbecue on the grill, dragging its feeble body forward inch by inch.

Its mind seemed clouded, likely due to hunger. At that moment, the alluring aroma of the barbecue was the only thing in its world.

"Glen, it's so pitiful..." Mushroom tugged at Glen's clothing, her voice filled with compassion.

Glen glanced down at the two young girls; their eyes held nothing but sympathy.

With a sigh, Glen grabbed a handful of roasted kebabs and tossed them towards the struggling white wolf.

The kebabs landed right in front of it.

The white wolf collapsed as if all its strength had deserted it and began devouring the kebabs on the ground.

"It!... It's shedding tears!" Leaves exclaimed in surprise.

Glen saw it too.

As the white wolf ate the kebabs, tears streamed down its face, and anyone could sense the intense emotions churning within it.

Glen thought to himself that this was indeed a remarkable creature, and he became intrigued by its origin and story.

The three by the grill watched with curious eyes as the white wolf finished the kebabs.

The white wolf rose to its feet again. Glen knew the amount it had eaten was insufficient and expected it to ask for more.

However, to his surprise, the white wolf merely closed its eyes, bowed its head towards the three of them, and lightly touched the ground with its nose, as if expressing its gratitude.

Afterward, the white wolf turned and walked away.

"Isn't it going to have more?" Glen exclaimed in disbelief.

In contrast, Leaves and Mushroom, on their first outing, were far more excited.

"Goodness! Glen, did you see that? It must be thanking us! Thanking us for saving it! It has to be!"

Leaves gesticulated wildly, her face flushed with excitement.

"Yes! I saw it too!" Mushroom beamed, her smile innocent and radiant.