"How is it?"
"This taste... it's fascinating." He couldn't find the right words to describe it. Indeed, the flavor was delightful; no wonder some mortals would rather die than miss out on it.
She, however, would not have that pleasure. Ning Xiaoxian shook her head, focusing on the fish in her hands.
She was always engrossed when eating. Of the two worlds she had experienced, perhaps only the joy of food was the common thread. Amidst this dangerous and uncertain journey, it was only while eating that she could temporarily forget all the confusion and frustration, immersing herself wholeheartedly in the flavors.
Only after meticulously finishing every last bit of fish did she go to the river to wash her hands. Unable to get rid of the fish smell, she scrubbed her palms and the backs of her hands with salt and finally rinsed them clean.
