Hearing Tang Ming say that, Ying Chou gave an awkward smile. Although he still didn't think much of Tang Ming's cooking, he still nodded. After all, at worst Tang Ming was just wasting some drinking water.
Unknown leaves, bitter and astringent fruits, and a kind of stone that could be seen everywhere on the island.
All of these things were thrown into the big pot by Tang Ming to be boiled.
Ying Chou and the people around him all had black lines hanging on their faces. They felt that after Tang Ming came to the Taoyuan World, he must have gone through a lot of hard days, otherwise he wouldn't be throwing all these things together to cook.
Rather than eat that tasteless dry ration, they would still rather not eat any dish cooked from such things.
But as the fire below grew stronger and stronger, a pungent fragrance wafted out of the iron pot. This smell was both fragrant and spicy, and Ying Chou could swear he had never smelled anything so tempting in his life.
