The barrage of comments erupted again. This time, Yan Jin didn't hide the screen. Looking at the requests on the screen, Yan Jin calmly revealed the pot that had been cooking on the fire while grilling the meat to the screen's display.
"It's just one thing, people get tired of things. I just cooked some cuckoo bird soup, would you like to try it?" Yan Jin raised her eyebrows, like a tempting fairy drawing all the beasts' attention to the tightly covered pot.
What is that?
"What is that dark thing?"
"It has no flavor at all, it's definitely not as good as the meat of the cuckoo bird."
Seeing the various opinions on the screen, Yan Jin was not in a hurry. She slowly said, "You have already tasted the roasted cuckoo meat. Next, I will let you taste the stewed cuckoo soup. That's a different kind of flavor."
As she spoke, Yan Jin opened the pot lid, and instantly, the fresh aroma of the broth and the rich smell of meat rushed into the nostrils of all the beasts, filling their brains.
Before I could even think, I was overwhelmed by the aroma and couldn't help but swallow hard.
"This is the first time I've ever heard of cuckoos being eaten like this, and there are even different ways to eat them. It feels like some kind of door has been opened."
"I accidentally clicked into this new live stream, and it was so worth it! Mom, I'm so happy."
"It smells so good, so good, so good..."
"Pay attention, pay attention! I declare that from now on this will be my source of happiness and an essential part of my nutrient solution. Hurry up and get it done."
"Ah, hurry up and put it on the data logger, I want to eat."
"..."
Yan Jin smelled the aroma, picked up a bowl, ladled out the soup, and placed it on the data recorder. The soup immediately appeared in front of all the beasts.
Some people couldn't wait to pick up their bowls and drink the soup, even though they were scalded and jumped up and down, but they couldn't bear to spit it out. Just kidding, animals have thick skin, so a scald is just a burning spot or a painful spot.
But spitting it out means drinking one less sip. There's not much soup to begin with, and if I drink one less sip, wouldn't that be a huge loss? I can't spit it out, I absolutely can't spit it out.
This situation has occurred with many animals. As long as a small number of them are not burned, it's not that they are not in a hurry to drink, but that their skin is thicker.
Yan Jin sipped the soup and ate a bite of roasted meat with relish, finally feeling as if she had come back to life, and the sense of unreality slowly disappeared.
Since we're here, let's make the best of it. Since we can't go back, let's live well and try to make our lives easier and more comfortable.
At the same time, on the Nebula Empire's main star, Oran, a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl stared at the plate of data soup in front of her, swallowed hard to calm herself down, and then carefully picked up the bowl and took a small sip.
Then, I was stunned for a moment. It tasted so good, so delicious! It was rich, fragrant, and perfectly seasoned. It didn't overpower the flavor of the soup at all. I took another bite of the meat in the soup. It was fatty but not greasy, and there was no fishy smell at all.
I don't know how to describe it, but I only have one feeling: it's delicious, better than anything I've had in those fancy, nutritious restaurants.
Moreover, surprisingly, there was a sense of satisfaction emanating from the bottom of her heart. More importantly, it had the same effect as nutrient solution, making people feel full and not hungry. From this point of view, she felt that she liked it more than those nutrient solutions.
The girl smiled contentedly as she slowly savored the data soup in her hand. It was worth the dozen or so airships she had tipped; it was delicious. The girl wagged her tail.
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