A piece of charred and tender snake meat was placed in front of Song Zhizhi.
Thinking of the python from before, Song Zhizhi was reluctant in her heart.
However, the aroma was too tempting for her natural instincts.
Song Zhizhi took a bite.
The taste was surprisingly good.
The snake meat was much tastier than she had imagined. She thought it might be tough, or possibly gamey. She even expected it to have strange flavors, but to her surprise, apart from the meat being delicate and exceptionally delicious, it was also incredibly savory. She felt that she had never eaten anything so delicious in her entire life.
She ate heartily.
While she was eating, she said, "Xiaolang, it's truly a waste if you don't eat. Why don't you give up your monastic life."
"No," Luo Xiaolang declined immediately.
Song Zhizhi didn't urge her any further, saying with some confusion, "I didn't see you add any salt, why does it taste salty?"
