Zhao Rong had never eaten narwhal meat before. As he chewed on the rubbery piece, he found it completely tasteless. "No way," he said. "Since the Inuit presented us with their most precious food, it should be delicious, logically speaking. But why does this narwhal meat taste like rubber? It's simply awful, I can't even swallow it…"
Miss Lili chewed on the narwhal meat, frowning and holding her jaw. She struggled to bite through it. "This feels like a piece of beef tendon," she said. "Not only can I not chew it, but it's also tough beyond description…"
Yu Lan was even more direct, spitting the narwhal meat out. "Did the Inuit make a mistake and give us the worst-tasting thing in their tribe? Otherwise, why is this narwhal meat impossible to chew or swallow?"
