Despite the limited resources, Lu Xiao did her best to make the most of the ingredients. Even without many seasonings, the freshness of the food was what mattered most, and the resulting soup was still wonderfully savory.
This was especially true for the mushrooms. For Mao, who had lived in the Canghe Tribe his whole life, his eyes filled with disbelief as he ate them.
'So this stuff is actually this good?'
'Once it soaked up the broth, the texture was almost like meat—it was even better than meat!'
'So for all these years, they'd never realized this stuff was edible. They had just let it go to waste!'
As Mao shoveled food into his mouth, he was filled with the bitter regret of having missed out on a fortune.
After the dinner, Lu Xiao felt much more at ease and at peace.
Even though she couldn't return home yet, and her family was surely worried sick, Lu Xiao felt no panic. She firmly believed that Admiral Clan would never give up on her.
