The broth color was close to red-orange. It looked spicy, but the aroma from the food was not spicy.
Tang Shaoyang scooped the broth and gave it a taste. A strong spice assaulted his bud of taste. It was sour and a little bit spicy. But not the spicy of that chili but more like the spicy of the ginger.
He actually liked the taste. When he swallowed the broth, he felt his chest and stomach were warming up. He then glanced back at the people who worked on food.
They were surely considerate to make this kind of food. The night in autumn was chilly, this food could help the soldiers warm their bodies up.
Tang Shaoyang nodded his head as he savored the food. In his third spoon, his ears were twitching as he heard something interesting. With all passive skills and high Sense, he could hear the conversation outside from inside. His subordinates were talking about him.
