Ning Yue thought for a moment. She did have onions in her space, but taking them out so openly was quite troublesome to explain.
The soul of borscht was an onion. If there was no onion, the borscht would have no soul and would not taste good.
She didn't want to do it, but Yuan Hui had just woken up from the poison. He had asked for borscht.
Sigh, forget it. She would think of something.
Ning Yue went out to buy vegetables and made a bowl of borscht. Yuan Hui and Jiang Ying ate with relish.
"It's so delicious. This is the most decent dish I've eaten since I came here!" Yuan Hui said.
Ning Yue knew that Yuan Hui meant after transmigrating him but Jiang Ying did not know. He thought that the dishes of the Great Yun Nation were not to Yuan Hui's liking.
"What delicacies are there in Russia? I really want to try them when I have the chance," Jiang Ying said.
