The delicious taste was secondary, the most important thing was that it filled up one's stomach, and there was plenty of fish in the rivers. This could totally serve as a reliable source of food during the cold season.
As they entered the cold season, so long as they had sufficient fishballs stored up, no beastmen would ever have to starve to death again.
This was what Winston thought.
Bai Qingqing ate seven to eight at one go, and only stopped when she was filled to the max. Patting her oily hands, she said, "I'll go out and play now?"
"You just ate. Aren't you taking a nap?" asked Parker.
Bai Qingqing chuckled and retrieved two bamboos from the tree hole. "I want to give some to Becky and Molly."
"Come back early." Parker reminded her as he filled up the bamboos with fishballs.
