The gargoyle brain, once cut open, remained white and had a gelatinous texture. As it fell into the soup, it splashed water, with some parts floating and swaying.
"What beautiful ingredients! Can pig brains be this beautiful?"
Put the lid on the pot, and then comes the long wait.
El wasn't idle either; he was punching and kicking in his backyard, reliving the feeling of the previous battle.
"boom……"
It didn't hit any target at all; it was just a simple punch that made a loud bang in the air.
El noticed his own progress and was fairly satisfied with it.
However, he still has one problem he doesn't know how to solve.
"My current strength seems a little too exaggerated, doesn't it?"
With this level of explosive power, I seriously doubt that conventional weapons are as effective as my fists and feet.
Ordinary weapons, even those made of steel, might not be able to withstand his power.
"If only there were some suitable equipment with extremely high durability."
I don't ask for anything else; as long as it's sturdy and doesn't break easily, I'll be content.
However, this idea only flashed through my mind. It wouldn't break or anything. Is there really a weapon that can do that?
"It's about time. My soup should be ready by now, right? I can't cook it for too long, even though gargoyles have rather tough brains..."
Back in the kitchen, I opened the pot lid, and it shimmered with golden light. As a luminous dish, the aroma wafting out this time was invigorating.
It doesn't have the strong, impactful aroma of beef broth or slime soup, but it leaves a deep and unforgettable impression.
My appetite has returned, and the slight fatigue I felt earlier seems to have vanished as well.
El was a little curious: was this exhilarating feeling due to the addition of a gargoyle's brain?
What's this all about? You are what you eat.
"It tastes so good, I'll have a bite right away."
Bring over a bowl and add a large bowl of soup, which contains a lot of fish and some pig brains mixed in.
Scoop up a spoonful, and the pig brain wobbles slightly. Both the pig brain and the fish meat are white, but you can easily distinguish them.
"Slurp..."
If you had to describe El's first impression of brains, it would be one word: slippery.
He only took a sip of the soup, and a piece of pig brain inside was sucked into his mouth.
Then, the second feeling is softness.
With a gentle press of the tongue, the brain melts on the tip, a delicious flavor belonging to gargoyles that explodes in the mouth.
It was so fresh, so incredibly delicious. El felt that this was the first time he had ever tasted such a fresh and delicious food.
Neither the fish soup nor the beef soup from before seemed to compare to the freshness of this pig brain soup.
"What does this feel like? It's like taking a warm, hot bath, and feeling completely relaxed all over."
He seemed to feel as if he were lying on a large, snow-white bed, filled with something so soft that he wanted to sink into it.
Close your eyes, relax, and a fragrant aroma lingers around your nose, making you feel all the fatigue and stress of the day melt away in this comfortable environment.
With the slightest movement, the mattress changes its shape, providing the most comfortable experience for Al.
"It's white, almost the same color as pig brains..."
With a blink of an eye, El returned to the real world.
He had already drunk quite a bit of the soup in the bowl, so he skillfully walked to the pot and ladled out another bowl.
"This taste is simply wonderful!"
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