Suddenly, the taste underwent an earth-shattering change.
Flaky yet tender, the juice of the meat infused into the flour.
He casually picked up a large chunk of beef and threw it into his mouth, and as he chewed, the gentle breeze from the suburbs brushed across his cheeks, the branches, shrubs, and grasses were diverse yet their sounds, though distinct, entered his ears without clamor, causing Jason to involuntarily close his eyes.
In his mouth was the taste of beef and biscuits.
In his nose, however, was the freshness of plants.
"Is this nature?"
Jason murmured softly to himself.
Then, he immediately shook his head.
"No, this isn't nature. Nature should be a mix of chickens, ducks, cattle, sheep, pigs, fish along with various vegetables, best cooked together in a big copper pot with charcoal, slowly stewed over a low flame, not this simple tone of freshness!"
"Such freshness, at best... is..."
"the scent of a small garden."
