In the reed marsh, inside the black sailboat.
Shen Hex hung the fishing lamp properly, drew the cabin curtain tightly, and then slowly unwrapped layers of wrapping. He leaned in and sniffed to confirm that the aroma wasn't too overpowering before he gradually opened the clay pot.
"Whew!"
The pot opened, still warm, releasing a wave of heat. Upon a closer look, there was a pot of creamy white thick soup emitting an irresistibly tempting fragrance. It even stimulated Shen Hex's body and taste buds, causing him to involuntarily let out a rumble.
Hunger!
Desire!
The body's instincts drove him, urging him.
Shen Hex, feeling this, naturally followed suit with a wooden spoon directly scooping out a ladle of fish soup.
The fish soup was milky white, with a layer of oil floating on its surface, making it even more tantalizing under the lamp's light.
