Noticing the gaze, Xia Nan turned around with some confusion, only to see two figures quickly walking away.
He shook his head, dismissing it as an illusion, and thought no more.
The wooden spoon in his hand gently stirred the cream mushroom soup.
The creamy white thick soup swirled, as thinly sliced brown mushrooms and jade-like parsley leaves collided and sunk below the surface.
When the spoon was lifted, accompanied by the rising milky aroma and steaming heat, a semi-transparent milky film was pulled up, vaguely revealing a few grains of black pepper submerged in the soup.
The color and aroma, just by looking at it, he could already imagine the delightful sensation of the thick and sweet soup melting away on the tip of his tongue.
After an adventure, being able to sit in a tavern and enjoy a bowl of piping hot cream mushroom soup, along with a glass of refreshing ice-cold beer,
had become a form of enjoyment for him.
